Yolanthe

I came across this series by chance while browsing for something new to watch, and I honestly didn't expect to get so invested. But from the first episode, I was hooked. Without giving away any spoilers, the show offers an honest, inspiring, and sometimes emotional look into Yolanthe's life. It's truly impressive how she balances motherhood, business, and her commitment to charitable work. While she inherited some real estate from her father, she's clearly made her own name as a successful entrepreneur with a strong sense of purpose. What stood out most to me is how driven and genuine she is-especially in the work she does for her foundation, Free a Girl. The series sheds light on her personal growth, challenges, and passion for making a difference in the world. I binged all the episodes in just two days and was left thinking about how I could contribute as well. If you're looking for something real, heartfelt, and empowering, this is definitely worth your time.

I would not recommend this show. The overall tone is quite bleak, and the storyline quickly becomes repetitive, with minimal real development. The characters feel underdeveloped, and the situations they face lack authenticity and relatability-especially if you're expecting something that reflects real-life experiences. It aims to be a real life, but it misses the emotional resonance and narrative momentum that make the genre compelling. Ultimately, it's more frustrating than entertaining. This effectively conveys my opinion. Her character, like many others in the show, feels underwritten and unconvincing.

I honestly thought Yolanthe had retired to Ibiza sipping smoothies, soaking up the sun, and living comfortably off Wesley's alimony. But no, she's back. And not just back, she's in full Netflix-glam mode. Picture slow-mo wind machine shots, carefully placed tears, and a voice-over that sounds like she just invented world peace.

This show calls it "being vulnerable," but it's vulnerability with a glam squad, a lighting director, and what feels like a script. If this is reality, then my dirty dishes deserve a documentary deal. It's polished, dramatic, and self-aware in all the wrong ways.

Maybe some people will find it inspiring. Me? I just found it ironic. Best of luck with this. I'll be watching something with a little less contour and a little more content.