I am not proud of this. But, there you go. I have been watching this show, and its counterpart, Bachelorette, since 2011. I was pulled into this nonsense by my sisters and step-mom, who all watched it. We found ourselves gossiping about the current episode each day after airing, as if we actually knew these people. Dad even put in his two cents.
If you haven’t watched the show, this is how it works. A handsome young man is introduced to a bevy of beautiful and charming, available women. Through a series of weeks, the bachelor “dates” the women, eliminates some each episode, and narrows the preferred ones down to two. Then, in a very dramatic and heartbreaking finale, one receives a marriage proposal, and the other, well, doesn’t.
Even though I agree this is a totally inappropriate way to meet, fall in love, and marry someone, I can’t keep away. The “dates” are in expensive and exotic locations all over the world. The date activities are also expensive and exotic. Many involve airplanes or helicopters and rooftop or castle dining venues. Some dates even include celebrities. Tell me, how many dating couples experience any of those scenarios?
Then there are the dramas. Well, it is television, and twenty-some women are vying for the same man. There has to be some conflict. Each season, there is at least one crazy, catty, fake woman. She is the one we love to hate. There are always tears. Personally, I think the producers choose a few of these nut-balls to jazz things up.
So what draws all of us to become involved in such unrealistic, reality T.V.? I don’t have the answer to that one. I am not even sure I want to know the answer, but I am going to keep on watching, at least for this season. It is my guilty pleasure, and I can’t wait to find out who will accept the rose.