It’s an open secret that I love trashy reality TV shows, especially things like the Real Housewives franchise and 90 Day Fiancé. These shows require such little brainpower, and they work well as background noise for other activities like cross stitching (my favorite) or making grocery orders. I don’t have to absorb every second of RHONY to know that Tinsley is having another meltdown. Michael and Angela will still be just as problematic if I return from the bathroom after missing their scene. So when I saw that Netflix had released a new reality show titled simply Indian Matchmaking, I knew I had to at least try it.
Cut to three hours later, when Netflix is gently asking me if I’m still watching. You know I am, Netflix. You know I am.
