As intrepid journalists, dedicated to the crossover between reality dating shows and our cultural ideas about love, sex and dating, we knew what had to be done: We had to watch Chris Harrison’s new show, “The Vow.” A show that is definitely, absolutely, not at all piggybacking off of “The Bachelor.” There are no roses in this show – just references to roses! There’s no Bachelor Mansion – just a large, white-walled house! There are no moody limo entrances – just women in gowns arriving in broad daylight! “The Vow” is a show about faith, family, and Chris Harrison’s personal grudge against a franchise that fired him after doing racism. Buckle up, friends. We’re going undercover into Fox Nation.

After his triumph in episode 8, convincing his fellow players to banish Tomica – their first Traitor – Victor seemed poised to be the Messiah of the Faithfuls. Instead, he immediately loses the room, and, after his histrionics at a high-pressure public murder involving a poisoned chalice, more suspicion is trailing Victor (and Kriste) than Victor’s next chosen target, Joe. Speaking of Joe, he had a surprising amount of time to whip votes against Victor, who spent more time flirting with Katie and eating grapes than smothering his opponent. The only question: who will triumph at the round table next episode?

After a miserable season 11, the reunion of “Love Is Blind” Boston built to a crescendo of toxic masculinity and female suffering. The only marriage from the season, John and Sarah, has fallen apart – and thank God, because we learn during this reunion that John is not only a cheater but was verbally abusive to Sarah. And lest we fear too much accountability for John, his dad and good friend Scott are there to assure us that boys will be boys, and John owns a Bible, so… all good! And there’s more: Blake is still bread-crumbing Erika from the high seas, Aneha and Cam never did work things out, Jax still wears her engagement ring but not in a romantic way, Michaella is pissed with the beekeeper and we never really learn why, and Wilson and Wilnie offer no further clarity on who was the bigger princess in the relationship. Rob, somehow, garners applause for briefly cutting back on drinking. It’s bleak stuff, but at least everyone is single. Was this the dying gasp of MAGA’s short-lived reign over “the vibe”? We can only hope.