In her new book, writer Kate Durbin uses transcribed reality-TV dialogue as fodder for a surprisingly sympathetic look at a medium that everyone loves to hate.
Because love that doesn’t involve drinking poison, jumping off a cliff, or stabbing yourself in the heart with a dagger ain’t no love at all.
If I had been in a normal mindframe instead of a post-breakup tizzy, I would have politely said, “Thanks for the wine -- I should go." Instead I wondered whether he was wrongly accused.