About 10 years ago my extended family rented a cabin in New Hampshire for a week for swimming, barbecuing, relaxing, and a terrible bear encounter. Halfway through the trip, I got an ear infection and retired to the bedroom I shared with my younger cousins, which is what happens when you’re single in your mid-20s. (I found out later that it also happened in my mid-30s.)
There, in the lower bunk, I lit my laptop and started watching what had become (and will be) my favorite reality TV show of all time. After about a day on antibiotics, I recovered from my convalescence, and when I went into the kitchen my mother glanced at me.