Guilty Pleasures
OK, here is where I admit, with much shame, that I have been watching the Bachelorette. I don’t like the Bachelor shows, but have liked the ones with the women making the decisions in the past. This batch of guys the Bachelorette has to choose from, though, is pathetic. Without a doubt, this is a sorry bunch of guys.
They are all shaved from chin to toe, bulked up muscles, frat-boy clothing, and lots of dim-witted bathroom humor. Even if a few of them are indeed intelligent, the producers sure are not going out of their way to highlight those particular characteristics.
My question is: do the producers have all the say in choosing the pool of men ore are the guys picked based on some sort of questionnaire Jillian filled out? I hope it’s not the latter, because then it just means the poor girl is simply getting a reality dose of her own yearnings. Yikes.
Last week Jillian and one of her men (who she ultimately ended up sending home – despite the fact that he seemed a lot more down to earth than most of the other guys) got to choose between a vintage car and a slick Ferrari. Jillians’s date chose the Ferrari and I had a flash image of Ferrari parts flying all over the highway as the two dolts took off at warp speed. Thankfully, all was safe.
I really want to stop watching the show, but then last week Jillian also kept psychopathic David around for another week of train wreck entertainment. I feel oddly compelled to tune and watch him drunkenly bandy around the house with his eyes popping out of his head as he makes violent threats about other contestants. I almost WANT to see the stronger bachelors tell him he is a nut job while the obviously wimpy bachelors buddy up to him and tell David they agree with his conspiracy-theory-esque rantings.
What a mess.
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