As a follower of The island of temptations I think I have the right to ask for another approach: I ask that we be shown the brutes that are denied to us. According to the listing, their time at the Dominican Republic resort is spent drinking, dancing, groping in the hot tub and overcoming hangovers. Sometimes they cry or scream, do chin-ups, sunbathe. But that represents only a few hours of the day. There must be long moments where they talk about their respective lives, their real jobs, their families. On some occasions the editors missed a cut in which the participants talk about their lives together with those couples who love madly, but to whom sooner or later they will be unfaithful.
A girl said that her boyfriend (singer, boxer) spent the day “playing Play”. Another said her son was only interested in the gym. This is the data I really want to know. What life do women lead who pay in installments for breast implants in clinics with dubious reputation? What kind of healthy cycles are these guys injecting? What were your first boyfriends like? How did you decide that the person in front of you would be the father or mother of your children? What kind of childhood did you have? Do you believe in extraterrestrials, in extraterrestrial life? Do they love their parents or feel deep resentment towards them? What do they vote for? What do they talk about while the cleaning lady patiently and resignedly collects the vomit that surely appears on the porch, living room and swimming pool every morning?
I think that in this program we are denied a fragile and pathetic side in which we would see ourselves reflected and, there, no one would laugh. With each new edition I go on Instagram and enlarge the photos to try to understand what each tattoo is about. Some I could see well, others not. In all editions there are some that have been engraved on the skin with free Canva designs (the poor man’s Photoshop), I imagine after searching for “moon”, “heart” or “dream catcher” on Google images. Tattoos supposedly say a lot about a person, but their distribution tells me almost more. How many centimeters of skin is your date of birth (gothic letters) from the wolf howling at the moon. Maybe if I see them all, I can understand them.
