They drift around in black, like shadows,
Quiet while the rich ones dance
And drink and eat and make a mess,
But all of it is whisked away
By morning time when sun streams in
And bodies turn in silky bed sheets
Ready for a breakfast made
By people poorer than ourselves.
I absolutely love watching Below Deck. I think that it’s aired around the world, but in case you haven’t seen it, it follows a group of people who work on board a luxury yacht for weekly charters. Each episode follows a new set of guests and how the crew manage and interact with those guests.
The season I’m watching at the moment is actually American, but it feels like there is something decidedly British about the set up on these boats. The idea that the upper class can sit around drinking champagne in the sun, while the poor people scurry around in the shadows making the magic happen. I find it strangely intriguing to watch.
And then there’s the relationship between the crew which is so fun to watch. You put a group of strangers together and have them live and work in such close proximity and there are always going to be a few fireworks.
I’ve written before about how much I enjoy watching relationships form in real life and so I can’t help but fall in love with Big Brother, Love Island and all those other reality shows. Many would say they are just trash, but I feel like it educates me in all the parts of life that I feel like I kind of missed in my twenties.
They teach me how to be a better human being.
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I think my daughter watches Below Deck, Rachel, and I can see how it’d be appealing to watch how ‘the other half lives,’ especially when you also get a perspective on what it’s like to be one of ‘the help.’ I wonder if those very wealthy even notice the people who pour their drinks, clean up, and so on. I’m sure that some do, but I’ll bet some never even think about it.