…from a gameplay perspective, I sure am invested in The Traitors (partly because I joined a fantasy league this season), a show that, when you list its elements out loud — Alan Cumming in insane outfits traipsing around a castle in Scotland saying sassy things to reality TV personalities who are also in insane outfits, except when they’re completing challenges for prize pot money, challenges that often include things like creepy dolls in haunted cabins in the woods, people cages, and hauling rocks up a mountain; cloaked Housewives secretly meeting in a turret to murder their fellow competitors in the dead of night; strange, sad breakfast buffets where people on TV have to fight over two plates of smoked salmon — makes you convinced every episode is actually a fever dream and you are actually losing your mind.