I don't know about you, but "The White Lotus" doesn't make me super horny for wealth. Since Mike White's brilliant cringe-comedy-thriller first debuted, the show's mainstay is its unabashed skewering of lavish tourist culture. Don't get me wrong: I adored Tanya McQuoid from the comfortable distance of my screen, may she rest in peace. But I didn't exactly aspire to be her peer. Yet since the premiere of the show's third season, filmed on the lush Thai island of Koh Samui, my inbox has been swarmed with "White Lotus" hotel dupes, DIY "White Lotus" cocktail ideas, and new "White Lotus" tours. "Experience 'The White Lotus' for yourself," these PR reps all seem to say — totally overlooking how the show paints luxury tourists in a deeply unflattering (and ultimately bloody) light. To count myself among them and, say, invest in a $200,000 private jet journey to all three White Lotus hotels? Not a good look. |
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