Last night was Monday night, which means that I watched one of the dumbest reality shows on television: The Bachelor. This “reality” dating show couldn’t be further from the reality of real relationships and yet, I watch it anyway. Not only do I watch this show, I do so gleefully. Delightfully. As if someone were handing me a chocolate fudge sundae and saying, “here, eat this while I clean your home for you.”
Why, oh why, do we love to watch this show? Reality shows are like magnified people watching, and people can oh so entertaining. I am utterly amazed by the stupidity, manipulation, and 100% pure narcissism. Not only that, this show leaves me feeling ready to renew my vows to my husband every Monday night. If these single people are the best of the best, then I am fairly certain that I would rather gouge my eyeballs out than be a 20-something in the dating world again.
Last night was particularly titillating (pun intended) for those of us who appreciate good smut. Each week, these girls reveal more shocking layers of their personality dysfunctions than ever before. Where shall I start?? Continue reading “My Guilty Pleasure, The Bachelor.” »

