The BumbleRabbit Archives

Good morning, Erin. First off—happy half-birthday! Second…I feel like you deserve more celebration that just this letter, but…alas, what is there to be done? My papier mache Hotel Del Luna won’t fit cleanly in the box I set aside to mail it in. And so we are left with this.   So, on Pink Lie , the participants come into the series deliberately lying about one aspect of their backgrounds or histories that is or can be a serious roadblock (or, I guess, dealbreaker) for dating.  My lie, for the purposes of this letter, is that I don’t spend my evenings scrolling through dance covers for Le Sserafim’s “Eve, Psyche, & the Bluebeard’s Wife.” …anyway—wanna hear about this latest dating show I watched? 1. I’m gonna be straight with you, Erin: this show is terrible . It didn’t have to be, but this cast is just full of jerks, red flags, and ego maniacs. They have very, very little chemistry—as a group—or the show was so content to focus on the more belabored “drama” aspects of...

Good morning, Erin. Time travel. Soul mates. Jeon Yeo-been. These are a few of my favorite things.  Need I say more? …look, we both know I’m going to say more, whether I need to or not.  For example, do I need to tell you that I saw a shooting star, the other night? No, I don’t. But I’m going to. Because, Erin, I saw a shooting star, the other night. Just zipped across the night sky as I was staring up at it, walking back to my car.  I froze, wondering if I’d been mistaken, if I’d been fooled by a streetlamp reflecting off my glasses—but no, I realized, I’d stumbled into something wondrous. Fleeting, of course, as wonders so often are, but real. I’d seen a shooting star—or, to borrow a phrase, potentially the destruction of a Chinese satellite. But I made a wish all the same.  Was it a wish that the K-dramas I end up watching of my own volition turn out to be good rather than disasters that reinforce how much of a broken dowsing rod my instincts are when unguided by ...