Lifestyle Pound the *feel bad about your body* klaxon, it’s that time of year once again: where the UK’s surgically-homogenised, twenty-somethings strut into the Love Island Villa (TM) to live with us for the rest of the summer. I’d personally been resting on my reality laurels with Married at First Sight Australia , snuggly in its geographic distance and everyone’s relative state of clothedness. But, if I want my anthropological fix of late Gen Z love, this is my next dose, and I might need to slather on some St Tropez and pop my bleach trays in while I’m watching.
On first inspection, this bunch seem no different from any other year. The boys mostly have forward-thatched hair (bar hairdresser Sam’s ‘cool mullet’ of the season) and half of the girls have identikit honey highlights and matching lips, tans and bikini bods, like interchangeable Sugababe members just idling before they’re replaced. Their first task to rate each other by ‘dateability’ was a laugh — how could you ever rank such evenly matched physicality and faces? Everyone is ‘attractive’, everyone 'has chat', and yet it was the pair that poured the most scorn upon each other, meaning they both ended up at the bottom of the pile and matched to one another —Harriet and Ciaran — who seem to have had an immediate Pride and Prejudice attraction.
Mimii, voted alpha girlfriend material, promptly ditched her Prince Charming, Munveer, when the evening gear was donned, switching her attenti.
