Welcome back to Lilly’s Hot Takes! If you haven’t been here before, my name is Lilly, and I love sharing my controversial opinions. Let’s jump in.
The hot take of the week? I Hate The NYT Connections.
As someone who plays the NYT games almost every day, there is nothing that frustrates me more than Connections. Now when I say I play the NYT games most days, I’m referring to Wordle, Connections, Mini Crossword, and Strands. The other ones just aren’t worth the time to me. And Connections is on thin ice.
First of all, Connections is so inconsistent. It’s either so obviously easy that there’s no way anyone wouldn’t get a perfect score, or it’s so incredibly difficult where it only makes sense by switching a random letter in random words that somehow somebody decides makes sense. Well guess what, it doesn’t. Ever.
That leads perfectly into my frustration with the categories. One day the categories will be super straight forward, something like “Burgers, Fries, Ice Cream, Hot Dogs,” and the answer being “Food sold at a Baseball Game.” Then the next day it’ll be like “Brown, Dogs, Fiction, Unchained,” and the answer being “Second Words in Quentin Tarantino Movies.” And before you say I’m exaggerating, nope. That was an actual Connections category on April 10.
And to make it worse, the creators of Connections is constantly playing mind games. They’ll put three words in that have a clear connection, but no fourth. Or, it’ll be four words that make complete sense together, but nope not the answer.
Despite my frustration and bitterness with Connections, I do play it everyday in hopes that one day, hopefully soon, someone on the Connections team gets fired and the game becomes reasonable. Until then, don’t ask me how I did, because I guarantee you I won’t want to talk about it.
And Connections game creator person, if you’re reading this, choose peace. We don’t want to filter through your games and nonsense, so please, for once in your life, be reasonable. I don’t know what’s going on in your life right now, but punishing the world for your bad morning won’t make it better, I pinky promise.
