Who watches The Bachelor? Come on now. I hope that none of you are as pathetic as the group of college kids that I huddle around the TV with every Wednesday night from nine to ten. I’m not saying we are pathetic or anything; we are 22, we are allowed to watch ridiculous shows on TV anytime we want as long as we are using it as an excuse to get out of studying and not because we actually want to see if Aaron picks Brooke from Alabama or Christi the emotional basket-case!

The whole idea of the show is absurd if you really think about it. A guy gets less than six weeks to narrow down his bride to be out of a group of 25 “perfect” woman who are so perfect and beautiful and young that they can’t find a husband for themselves without “showcasing” their “talents” on national TV while they all fawn after some guy that is so shallow he truly believes that he will be able to find the woman of his dreams and form a deep relationship while making out with the other 24 woman whenever he gets an itch.

The funny thing is that the women, after a period of days (even hours for some of them) become so emotionally attached that if they don’t get a rose they feel like it is the end of the world. I’m sitting here on my couch thinking, “give it up,” you’re 21 years old acting like it’s your last chance, the end of your world, you’ll never find love again. Seriously all they need to do is spend a weekend romping down the streets next to UCSB and they will think differently. Seriously, where were these girls in college? Did they go to an all girls’ school?

The best part about the show is being the only girl watching it with five guys. Seriously, I have to sit there and listen to, “What are your doing, she looks like a mouse and you got rid of ‘Tits’. I don’t know her name, but she looks good in a bikini!” I can’t wait until the Bachelorette comes out and I get to watch it with the same five guys and sit there and say, “What are you doing? Steve filled out his Speedo so much better than Eddy,” or “I can’t believe you gave Bill the cigar, he doesn’t even have a neck, his head sits right on top of his shoulders!” But please, who really believes the Bachelorette is even going to air? How are they going to find 25 semi attractive young men who haven’t recently been let out on parole that are willing to make somewhat of a commitment by going on the show?

Anyway, moving away from the fact that some people have just lost all sense of self worth the funniest part of the evening was laughing at my Swedish friend Anders, whom I’ve mentioned before in an earlier journal, because he is so incredibly Euro. My roommate Danny and I were sitting there when he walked in, completely distraught that he forgot it was Bachelor night and was a half hour late, when we realized just what he was wearing. Now I know that Europeans have a completely different diet and all, but this boy needs a sandwich. Danny was so right when he said that Anders’s clothes draped off him like a normal person’s clothes look hanging on the hanger in the closet. Please understand this though, it isn’t like Anders is a size small wearing an extra large. The boy is a 2T wearing a small hoping that it is shrink-to-fit. On top of that, his hair is so incredibly Euro and “flowing,” if you will, which only is added to by his white leather tennis shoes that match his all white attire. Thank God for Anders, otherwise Danny and I would have been completely bored between the hours of 9 and 10!!!

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