Below Deck is a raunchy mess, but it can still tell right from wrong
In the early and lonely days of the pandemic, a good friend of mine, The Washington Posts television critic, prescribed me an antidepressant in the form of Below Deck, a Bravo franchise following the hard-working, horny crewmates who staff luxury charter yachts and the rich, tacky guests who spend their vacations aboard. Vicariously, the show
