Just a short time ago, I watched a new television show for the first time. Love Prison is the delightfully-named new reality show that airs on some channel – I have no idea which one since I wasn’t wielding the remote – in which two people who met online and have been corresponding for an extended period of time finally meet.
Each person is greeted separately by a stoic-looking woman who introduces herself as one of the producers of the show. She hands over a typed set of rules to the hopeful participant and she refuses to crack a smile while the list is read out loud so the viewers at home get an opportunity to hear that these two people will be shoved into a house on an island and that they will only get one hour a day of “yard time.” The rest of their stay is confined to the indoors.
Everything will be recorded.