Season seven of Love Island USA came and went with the wind, which means summer is also nearing its end—and no, I’m not ready for it. This season, much like all of the others, was a roller coaster: chaotic, dramatic—and as always, quite entertaining. Others may use their screen time to consume media with deep meaning and real sociopolitical perspective, but if you’re anything like me, TV time is best served sun–drenched and overproduced; an escape from real life and into a multimillion–dollar Fijian villa.
Now, as the cast disperses to appear on every podcast known to man before reuiniting for one night only in New York City, all we can do is look back fondly. Reality TV may not be revolutionary, but it is ritual. For many of us, it’s a lifeline to sanity. Regardless, it has been so much fun recapping the past six weeks of trashy reality–star wannabes, and I can’t wait to see what season eight holds. Until next summer.
