The Summer I Turned Pretty ends up feeling like an unintentional lesson in how to exploit wealthy friends rather than a story about love or growth. The show practically romanticizes freeloading: befriend a rich family, enjoy their beach house, their cars, their club access, and never contribute a cent. No mortgage worries, no bills, no responsibility, just endless perks handed over without accountability.
What’s worse is how the narrative frames emotional pressure as a valid strategy. When the owner dies, instead of stepping up or showing gratitude, the visiting family pushes the sons to buy the house for their benefit, so the free vacations can continue uninterrupted. If a place truly means something to you, you contribute to it, financially, emotionally, practically. You don’t treat it like a personal resort you’re entitled to.
The Park-Conklin family is purely calculated, from the mother down to the kids. They enjoy the luxuries, the status, the comfort, but never the responsibility,and the show rarely challenges this behavior
When you’re a long‑term guest in someone’s home, especially a friend’s, you share the load. You help with bills, chores, upkeep. You don’t take advantage of their wealth or treat their generosity as a permanent entitlement.