Bitch Rich Seasons 1&2

 

Watching episodes of Bitch Rich felt like stepping into a dangerous jungle masquerading as an international school where the beasts are perfumed, bejeweled, and dressed in impeccable tailored uniform, but their elegance is terrifying. The series is originally targeting young viewers, but I don't think teenagers should be allowed to watch it. The show presents young monsters and predators, circling each other with lecherous hunger in their eyes, feeding on a buffet of greed, narcotics, lust, and power. The show doesn't flinch in its portrayal of decadence as it plunges into the main spot, daring the viewer to confront its grotesque beauty.

What’s more unnerving is how disturbingly familiar it all feels. The drama isn't confined to fiction after all. It echoes the chaos unraveling in our own political backyard. In my country, a similar jungle thrives, though the predators are more deadly because they are real. The elites, drunk on privilege and impunity, reign with devastating detachment. Instead of healing the wounds they’ve inflicted, they conceal their criminal tracks and go after those who dare speak out—arresting critics and oppositions, suing bloggers and rewriting truths.

This series lacerates as it entertains. Every episode peels away another layer of civility, revealing the rot beneath. Watching it is like dragging a blade across the flesh. The agony of watching it is truly excruciating.