The Bachelorette is a nauseating tale of several men in love with the same beautifully naive woman that obliterates most conventional (and often times realistic) portrayals of the mystery, majesty, and steadfast intimacy of a romantic partnership.
There is something unsettling about a dozen masculine looking men tossing testosterone aside and engaging in competitive compassion. Don't get me wrong this would be great, if it were real. Just as unsettling might be the fact that the show's resident strong, independent and beautiful star is vulnerable enough to be seen kissing multiple men in one evening. Perhaps the most sickening aspect of the program to the socially destitute viewer (i.e. me) is the absurdity of the dates the men go on with the "bachelorette."
During the two hour special, here are some of the things you could find the men doing:
-leisurely pacing the streets of New York City
-sipping on champagne in their ridiculous NYC suite
-physically acting in an actual Broadway production of The Lion King
-Eating at a closed down high class NYC club and dancing to live music from Joshua Radin
During the two hour special, here are some of the things you could find me doing:
-mindlessly gnawing on pretzels
-wiping off my used coffee pot
-itching the back of my calf
-watching people act in musicals, sip champagne, and dance to live music from a top class musician
Say what you want about reality TV, but tonight it gave me a rude awakening--one that had "reality" written all over it.
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