So last night, K and I were watching the Olympics and during commercial breaks we would flip to another station. We stumbled upon a travesty of a reality show… a show that I’ve never watched, but have been hearing about for years.
The Bachelor. WTF?
Now, first, I must defend our choice to actually watch that show longer than a cursorily drive by . I saw that they were filming in St. Lucia, which is where K and I are going on vaca later this year. We really know nothing about St Lucia except it’s in the Caribbean and likened to a tropical paradise. And that we won a free trip there when we won the Newlywed Game Show a few months ago (that’s another day, in a more positive post). We were really just trying to check out what the island looked like, get a feel for the place.
Anyway. The Bachelor. He has to be one of the least genuine or least original people ever to denigrate my TV set, and don’t get me started on the women. Now, I’m just being totally logical here, but how on earth can a women “be in totally in love” with a guy who a) she has known for less than 4 weeks b) she knows that he’s banging other women at the same time he’s making moony eyes and relaying proclimations of love or 3) he can’t come up with one original emotion that was not force fed to him by the producers. Everything he said sounded like he was reading lines from a play. A nightmare of a play. I sincerely hope the reason that the Bachelor series is so popular, is because it’s a hilarious train wreck, and watching vapid, intellectually devoid women cry is a fun pastime for us Americans. Not because this mess is anything to aspire to. Christ.
Man, I sound like a bitch. OK, rant over.
Day in the Life: Spring 2017
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