I need to confess: I couldn’t help but watch 'Let’s Marry Harry' when it landed on Netflix this week. I am now fairly convinced it’s one of the most backwards and degrading pieces of television I’ve seen in a long time.

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For anyone who’s missed it, the premise is simple: Harry Jowsey - the already problematic Aussie reality TV ‘star’ who’s done the rounds on Too Hot To Handle and Perfect Match - is “ready to settle down.”

Twenty women move into a house to compete for his attention, and his three confidants (his abrasive best mate, his ex, and… Amanda Kloots) decide who stays and who goes on his behalf. By the finale, he’s meant to propose to one of them.

One egotistical man, twenty women vying for his attention, and cameras everywhere. Yuck.

I immediately felt icky as soon as it was revealed they’d all be staying in a house together, with Harry in a suite upstairs and the girls in bunkbeds downstairs. Already, the seedy ‘reward’ structure is laid bare - impress him enough and you might get to go up there. They all squeal with excitement and clap.

My flatmate and I found ourselves saying, more than once, that certain scenes were how you’d expect an adult film to start. Harry in the shower (clothed........

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