I have a confession…
No, I can’t. It’s too horrible.
OK. Let me just get this out.
Recently… I started watching The Bachelor.
Whew. I got that off my chest. I feel a little better.
Now, this show is garbage. Purest garbage.
So why am I watching it?
Well… because a podcaster I like does a fancast for The Bachelor (called Rose Buddies) so I thought I’d give it a try. In other words, I’m watching the show as an excuse to listen to a podcast.
Still. It’s garbage. It’s fake, and awkward and really inappropriate in a lot of ways.
And I’m starting to find it therapeutic. It’s fun to flip off the TV every time the designated ‘villian’ is on the screen. It’s fun to protest when the bachelor gives her a rose week after week. It’s fun to bitch about why they don’t show more positive interactions between the contestants, or speculate about how much of what goes on is actually real and how much of it is producer manipulation. To speculate on who’s in the running to win and who’s just there to stir up ratings *cough corn cough*
I can’t actually scream “I hate you!” to idiots on facebook, but I can scream it at my TV. I can’t say, “OMG, you’re SOOOOOO STUPID,” to people in real life, but I can yell it at the bachelor.
Don’t get me wrong. It’s trash. It’s garbage. It’s sensationalist and ridiculous and more than a little sexist.
But one night a week I can forget about real life and real problems and that’s not a bad thing.
…I may have more to say on this topic later. 🙂