I haven’t run since I was in Philly. It was freaking cold here on Monday and Tuesday was spent running errands and packing in preparation for my flight today. Oh well. That’s life.
So, what does that leave me with to write about for today? Not much, so I’ll turn to the activity that took up a good chunk of my time while trapped in a house in the middle of Nowhere, NH—watching tv.
For the three years I’ve lived in England, I haven’t had a television. Surprisingly, this has never bothered me, even when I lost track of shows I used to watch religiously. (Scrubs, what’s happened to you?)
Now that I’m back in the states, I’ll watch a little television here and there, but mostly I find it to be mind-numbingly boring and end up putting in a DVD or reading a book.
Monday night was an exception. The program that caught my eye was anything but quality, but I still couldn’t stop watching it.
It was The Bachelor.
Good lord, where do I start? Of course, I’ve heard about this show before, and its counterpart The Bachelorette, but I’ve never actually seen an episode of any of the seasons before. That is, until now.
I caught a bit of the season premiere while in Chicago, but Monday night I got to witness an entire hour of hair extensions, backstabbing and cat fights. It was incredible.
First off, who the hell voluntarily puts themselves through this on national television? Dating can be harsh enough, but to do it in front of millions of people? Damn, you have to have a death wish. The Bachelor himself, though seemingly kind and rather attractive, has got to be a nut case. Seriously. He honestly thinks he’s going to find his true love and a caring mother for his little boy amongst these 25 women. Women who, might I add, were handpicked by the show’s producers who are looking for ratings gold...which means the group is full of crazies. And not just the regular run of the mill kind of crazy like you and me. I mean bunny-boiling, potentially-Lorena-Bobbitt-in-the-making psycho crazy.
Granted, some of the women do actually seem genuine, but all of them have this heavy cloud of desperation surrounding them. They’re clingy, paranoid, manipulative and whiny...all over a man they barely even know but still want to marry. Not just date, but marry. Like, right away. That’s freaking insane.
What’s fascinating to me is that these women are beautiful and most have great careers. If you encountered them in the real world, you’d think they led charmed lives and had men falling at their feet. Apparently not if they’re willing to check their self-respect at the door and live in what is essentially a harem to vie for the attentions of a potential husband who’s sucking face with each and every one of them and often while in full view of the rest. It’s a complete and utter train wreck. And it makes for great television.
This show truly is the epitome of a guilty pleasure. On the one hand, I feel bad for deriving entertainment from the naked insecurities of these women. I should be more compassionate to those of my sex. On the other hand, their appalling behavior makes me feel SOOOOOOOOO much better about myself. Hmmm, it is a dilemma.
Somehow, I think I’ll be able to live with the guilt.
Happy hump day, everyone.