Oh No He Di' Ent
It's a timeless tale, boy meets girl on reality TV show, girl then dumps boy, boy then falls in love with girl on reality TV show, boy then dumps girl, proposing to other, falls out of love with other girl, then asks for another shot at dumped girl. Are you keeping up? I am of course speaking of this seasons saga of handsome douche Jason Mesnick who first got dumped on "The Bachelorette" by Deanna, and then moved on to "The Bachelor" where he proclaims to have fallen in love with two women. We watch as he painstakingly or so it appears, tries to decide which woman he truly loves and we are almost moved by his proclamation of love for adorable Melissa. We then watch as he falls into pieces or so it appears, when he sends the ice princess Molly on her way, hurling himself towards the balcony in tearful angst. How Shakespearean. It only follows that we are stunned when he decides to break up with Melissa on national television and we the public sympathize with her. We then listen as he announces that he wants another shot with Molly, the ice princess who was sent off tearfully in the limo. He says things just changed in the short time he spent with Melissa and that he now knows that Molly is the one. What a freaking head case!
Yes, I am ashamed to admit it but I watched "The Bachelor" and it wasn't the first time. My name is Susan and I'm a bachelorholic. I'm an intelligent well educated woman with a serious addiction to watching a parade of imbecilic young women fight tooth and nail for a man they have known for all of five minutes. Perhaps this addiction makes me feel better about myself, or perhaps I just take great pleasure in watching others makes fools of themselves. My disgust for reality television has not kept me from this one indulgence and I have vowed after this season's episode as have many others like me, never to watch this show again. The big debate remains over whether the show and dumping in particular was scripted. Certainly the network has vehemently denied these accusations but the stench of their lies permeates the airwaves like rancid smellavision. While my shame in my addiction to this loathsome show remains, I know that I am not alone. I take solace in knowing that I have taken the first step to recovery that is admitting that I have a problem.
