every year I whine and moan about how much ABC has manipulated the concept for ratings at the cost of (what small possibility remained for) a happy, true love ending for the show.
Why, oh why, do I subject myself to this torture you ask?
I love football. But I don't love football like my brother loves football. I'm not a guy. I think I'm missing the supreme football part of my genetics. (That sort of impassioned sports extremism is definitely part of the Y chromosome, am I right ladies?) I love sports, and I don't want to downplay that. But...
The Bachelor(ette) is my sport. It's the equivalent of Monday Night Football for the ladies.
You're forced to watch the awkward early episodes, aka preseason games. You don't always get to see the good players right away. But once you survive preseason, you are then compelled to slog through the season. The drama, the battle wounds, the casualties. Finally, you get to the final four. And the final four mean hometown dates. Or, as my coworker, who also is a lover of all things Bachelor, and I like to call them: the playoffs! (Our fascination is no joke. Just ask the poor male pharmacist who has to work with us!) This is when things really get exciting. From there the season really gets going, and finally you have the Final Rose: our superbowl!!! (Honestly, it's amazing poor Cory still talks to us!)
Well it's over for another season. 3 hours of all things ABC, Bachelor, and Chris Harrison. I get the impression that Chris Harrison would have been quite the party man in college, while still being a nice guy. (Shut up, don't tell me he's just another rude frat boy who has finally grown up.) Anyway, I like Chris Harrison. He has some undefinable endearing quality. And he always roots for the couple at the end. (Root for the home team, all that jazz.) He's perpetually happy and I love that.
Anyhoo, Ben chose the mean girl. Boo. Lindzi got the boot. There is always one girl who has a really hard time opening up to the Bachelor. This is understandable when you remember a) the season is filmed in a 6 week period and b) those moments will be broadcast on national television. I think people always fall in love with the girl who has a hard time opening up because a) we all empathize with her and b) believe that emotion is generally more sincere than a lot of the nonsense that is documented for these shows. I know I can definitely empathize with Lindzi.
On the other hand, for the first time in a long time. (Heck, maybe the first time ever!) I could care less if this Bachelor couple lasts. At least I won't be disappointed when they break up, like all (but three) franchise couples who came before them.
yep... even they broke up.
I would have accepted the fantasy suite with the sole goal
of waiting until he fell asleep to cut off his hair!
(even Cory thought this was a good idea- the only thing he
adds to Bach chat is commenting on Ben's bad hair)
[photos from abc.go.com]
Well, that was our superbowl. It's over. And quite frankly I'm ready for the off-season!
Maybe I'll even think of a more worthwhile way to spend my Monday nights...
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