I cannot get over the addictive insidiousness of The Bachelor. It is both hilarious and sad (read: pathetic) at the same time. I'm sucked in - a first time watcher - and I hate myself every single minute that ticks by and I'm glued to my television. I have reached a new level of appreciative disgust for reality TV. That said, here's what I think of the "ladies."
Blondie with the baby is the cutest, though obviously the "I have a baby" secret is going to bite her in the ass down the road.
Why does "the manscaper" have a mustache? Oh, and that said, bye bye manscaper. Back to waxing balls.
Melissa should have considered the negative ramifications that crying would have on her farewell close-up. And wasn't she the "cougar" in the PSA thingy? Yea, no makeup needed - that girl is a little weathered and long in the tooth.
Seriously, Rockette? You're what, 26, and giving up on love? This was your last hope of finding true love? Yea, you should go back to kicking. You should also punch yourself in the face.
How did ABC allow the key players in the insipid "dramantics" get kicked off? (and bravo, Brad, for not putting up with that shit)
Speaking of Brad, you're such a cheesebomb. Your "I've changed, yay therapy, I'm sure my destiny is in this room" show is oh so dull and insincere.
I cannot get over the contrived tension and drama that builds over the last 15 minutes during the rose ceremony. It's effing amazing to watch all the girls try to hold it together with the glassy eyes and lip quivers as Brad hands out the roses one by one.
All in all, I refuse to DVR The Bachelor, but I can't promise I won't happen upon ABC next week at the same time.
