Ok, so I’ll admit – I can’t watch this show; it literally turns my stomach. It gives me that same feeling I get from accidentally happening upon a fat guy in a diaper trying to marry his cousin on Jerry Springer. Just the whole premise of the show is a little nauseating.

I’m sure many people in committed relationships feel the same way – regardless of gender. Go on a show with my significant other – a person I love and respect and see if something horrible would happen? To an island stocked with single bikini clad airheads and muscle bound actors being paid to home-wreck no less! Three words – Asking for disaster.

My first question is where do they find the couples actually willing to take part in this, and what kind of relationship warrants that kind of situation to see if it’s a good one or not? I mean come on! Who says to their loved one, “Honey, I’m trying to figure out if you’d cheat on me or not, so let’s go on this show called Temptation Island, where people with the sole purpose of destroying our relationship will make it as difficult as possible for us to stay together and find out if we can make it.” Yeah, that’s a stable relationship to begin with right there.

Being the curious type, I asked my own guy what he thought about this question. Luckily he said he’d decline the 15 minutes of fame and the two weeks on that island (phew). But who in their right mind would take up this “challenge”? What good can come of that experience?

The worst part of the show is that the couples get to watch what their mates are up to on a little TV screen – and how convenient; they’re separated from each other so they can’t even talk about what’s going on!

Take away the foundations of any good relationship – communication and see if that might just make the show even a little more interesting. Perfect. And aren’t these people a little leery of the so called “new friends” and “connections” they are making with people being PAID to break up their relationships. I guess I assume too much. Ick.