“You should really watch the second episode of the poly reality show,” I told Issac.
“Sure, I’ll watch it,” he said. “That woman Kamala, she’s hot!
So part of that is just to tease me, but I’m not going to lie — they are a particularly hot group of people they got to host the camera crew in Polyamory: Married and Dating, a half-hour reality show on Showtime on Thursdays. This makes it a pleasure to watch in other ways than just that it seems to be on track to give a pretty good look at some of the realities of living this way.
But it’s got plenty of eye candy. I watch installments twice, because frankly, I’m distracted by the clothes. Not only is she hot, but Kamala really knows how to accessorize. The people in it are healthy and fit and mostly naturally beautiful (the women in the triad wear more makeup, but that’s their choice) — what I call “European-movie beautiful.” Real, responsive and engaged, on top of having interesting features.
The only thing that’s not quite on target is: when do these folks work? But that’s the problem with all reality shows (I say boldly, having watched, like, seven random episodes of reality shows in my whole life). If anyone made a reality show that revealed the humiliating and numbing time suck that is most of our daily (or nightly) jobs (or two jobs — and if you’re an exception, I’m happy for you), it would either never sell or be like watching that video in the horror movie The Ring — it would kill anyone who watched it.