At long last, mythical girlfriend and I finally caught up and marathoned through the rest of season 3 of the TLC classic, 90 Day Fiance.
To no surprise, as predicted, in spite of some of the seemingly overwhelming relationships blocks that formulated between some of the couples, all of them still managed to successfully make it to the altar and say their vows in holy matrimony, in spite of the fact that most of them will probably not make it even a year with one another. But for what it’s worth, it was still an entertaining season of futility, even if I feel like after three seasons in the books, the formula is running the greater risk of becoming stale and running its course.
Everyone succeeded, regardless of what dealbreakers were broken, because nobody wants to look like a failure on cable television, and the derpiest Mormon couple wed with no real hitch and is naturally the first to announce pregnancy on the post-season tell all episode, again. I think if this show wants to have any success next season, they need to finally have a couple that doesn’t succeed, just to give sadistic fans like myself some sort of proof that not all endings have to be roses and happiness, because that isn’t necessarily reality.