i know you all have much better things to do than watch horrible, craptacular shows like The Bachelor but i don't.
last season jen kicked all the bachelors to the curb in a move that was met with a sigh of relief: 'thank god this is totally over.' it was three months of watching a bland chicago trixie roll her eyes, push up her boobs and lead three men to the edge of her girl cliff before pushing all of them over it.
this season is even worse. meet charlie, the latest in a long line of newly plucked monobrows who want to find their soulmate on tv. perhaps it's a testament to his personality or to how desperate this show has become, but they've pretty much stripped this show of any pretense to Harlequin book-themed romance and turned it into a kiddie pool filled with mud and women who've clearly bought their breasts. gone are the fuzzily shot dates; to the wayside are evening gowns and princess fantasies. now it's all lap dances, body shots, accusations of slut-dom; the rose ceremony, that pageant of separating the wheat from the chaff, is nothing but a chance for the 'girls' to dish, slam other women and basically show how crazy they are. it's amazing what people will do for exposure. the only redeeming thing about this show is chris, as we wait for him to finally go postal and beg to be put out of his misery.
(and yeah. i am procrastinating getting dressed for an interview in one hour.)
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