I don't know what is more preposterous to me: that I have two consecutive blog posts that mention The Bachelor, or that I've actually watched two episodes. Why have I let myself get sucked in? Begin self-loathing flogging, now.
I'm thinking--perhaps ignorantly--that I can quit the show at any time. Any given Monday, I can turn the TV off and just walk away. Ah, famous last words of any addict, right? Well, whether or not I quit cold turkey, I've got something to say about the ridiculousness that is The Bachelor.
If you happened to see the show (it's okay, you don't have to publicly admit that you watched it, I type as I feel the scorn of several of my friends, family members, boyfriend, and even strangers), you know the sensationalistic drama that unfolded tonight and that is so paramount to this show's--and all other reality television--success. While the host and the producers will have you believe that this is their worst nightmare, it is actually the stuff of which dreams--and apparently quests for one's absolutely true soul mate--are made. Ka-ching!
Ahem. So here's my beef with the whole thing. The staff and cast (yes, cast, come on girls, you've only met the guy once or twice, you cannot be that heartbroken over him, your tears and acting are only convincing to yourselves) are all so incredibly righteous about this instance and they are failing to see the complete hypocrisy of their ways.
I get it. The girl on the cast, should not have entered into an "inappropriate relationship" with one of the staff members. Shame on her for doing that--and a few hours before she was professing her love and hope for eternal life with the hunka hunka burnin' star of the show. Definitely poor taste and questionable morals. And shame on the staffer for violating his work policy.
But I throw out an even bigger shame on the show, and shame on the bachelor himself. Yes, that flirty little girl of questionable moral stature and the staffer should be held accountable for their actions. But, for the bachelor to be all, "I'm here to find my wife. I know my soul mate is in this room. I can't believe she did that to me. Blah, blah, blah." For the show to crucify the flirty little girl of questionable moral stature for betraying the trust of the bachelor absolutely kills me. He gets all emotional about it, and is so incredulous about the fact that she's telling him she's falling for him, and she wants to be with him, but just a few hours prior, she was with some other guy. Ring, ring. "Um, hello? Oh, yes, I'll get him. Hey, Kettle. It's the Pot calling for you."
There are several things that I just cannot handle with this show: idiocy, desperateness, the tragic women that truly believe their world has just ended because the fifteen minutes they spent with a guy while his attention is on the dozen other bikini-clad women hanging all over him did not produce a golden ticket to the white picket fence and 2.5 children. But of all the things, what makes me absolutely batty is the fact that these women continue to see this man as valiant, and honorable, and wonderful even while he talks--and kisses and does a lot of other things--out of both sides of his mouth. If the previews for the season are any indication, this guy is like almost all of the other guys that have shot to Bachelor fame: "falling in love" with multiple girls at the same time. And all the things that come along with falling in love, he'll do with those multiple girls. AND EVERYONE INVOLVED IS OKAY WITH THAT?! Sure, they may say they aren't okay with things in the confessionals, but they are on their best behavior when their potential husband is watching, and bite their tongues and bide their time, and just hope that in the end they are the Highlander of Hotties. Nobody bats an eye, when he's making out in a pool with one girl telling her he thinks she's the love of his life one minute, and the next minute he's doing the same thing with another girl only instead of a pool it's a hot tub, or a pool table, or whatever. Apparently, it's okay for him to do that. That's what we expect. Bachelors will be bachelors. But when one of the pawns, I mean girls, decides maybe she'll play the field and increase her own odds by making out with other available men in her proximity, she's the pariah.
And the bachelor, well, we should feel sorry for his poor bruised ego [insert sad trombone and frowny face here]. But, Internets, there is a silver lining. Fortunately there are 12 other girls at the ready to kiss it and make it feel all better. And they will because at some point, and often simultaneously, each of them is the love-of-his-life-I-could never-live-without-you soul mate.
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