Collapsed on my couch after long day. Watched my first episode of The Bachelor because I was too lazy to reach for the remote, on the table. It’s horrifying. I’d seen Burning Love, but it’s so much worse than I’d imagined. How is that show okay…? It’s like a real-life harem manga where there’s some pointless guy surrounded by different kinds of girls: a loud one, a drunk one, one that I think is on pills, one who is definitely on pills that I want to get into and learn things about myself with, a crying one who doesn’t seem to get that she’s on TV (???), one who does a whole elaborate creepy “rub my belly and I grant you wishes” Aladdin-cosplay thing that was really creepy, and one who is a minority. And they’re all dressed for prom, but instead of going to prom, they go one by one to briefly make out with the guy for a brief duration of time on some Pottery Barn pillows (while the other girls watch from a window??), after which time they return to a couch where they sit under blankets like sexy jawas.
I’ve been hearing about this show for years— it’s an American Institution, like baseball or premature ejaculation. But that was like… not okay…? Just disturbing.