Many of you may not know this, but there is a deep dark secret that KLC and I carry. It's shameful and embarrassing, but it's time to come clean: every Monday night we watch every single second of The Bachelorette (or The Bachelor, depending on which season it is.)
I'd love to say this is KLC's bad habit and I just tag along, but that's no longer the case. While it's true she was hooked before I moved to Seattle, I have gotten on this terrible, terrible show's bandwagon wholeheartedly. Of course, this is one of the most ridiculous shows ever made, and there is no earthly reason why we should sacrifice two hours every week to this nonsense. Except we do.
I think I may have hit rock bottom last night because this season is even extra insulting. While the women on these shows are never portrayed in the greatest light, everyone (man, woman, host) is treated as superficial pieces of fluff so it's at least somewhat egalitarian in that regard. (BTW, if you want proof that this is the
This season, however, the Bachelorette (Ashley is her name, for those not in the know) is so insecure and virtually apologetic for asking these guys to like her, that it's painful. KLC and I have contemplated making up a drinking game every time she says "Bentley" (again, a reference that only a Bachelorette watcher could appreciate), but we abstain since it's Monday and we're no longer 22 years old.
OK, the first step is admitting you have a problem, and now I've done that. I'm not saying I can give up this addiction easily, but I hope I will be able to one day. Or at least by the time another excuse to celebrate Monday evening on the couch comes along.
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