Rose Ceremony...

Normally, I am a fan of reality TV, not that I get to watch much TV lately. But I have never seemed to really catch on to The Bachelor.

I am the oddball in my circle of friends and family, because they live for Bachelor nights. I tried this year to get into it, I really did. I was tired of feeling left out of all the conversations.

The first night, I literally caught myself with my head under the covers on the couch, horrified for these women. They seem to be attractive, well-groomed, intelligent women, and yet they are completely degrading themselves and making asses of themselves to attract the attention of the lone guy on the show. I was totally embarrassed for them. And by the second night, it was even worse. They had known Travis for what?? A week? And they were already proclaiming that they were falling head over heels in love with him and would DIE if he did not give them a rose... *barf*

I did not watch it anymore until Monday nights decision. And then Moana's limo suicidal breakdown made me want to push her out of the limo and put a merciful end to her suffering.

How can these women be so pathetic?? I don't get it.

The thing is, women are naturally catty. (come on, admit it. You know its true.) and they are naturally competitive and always want to have one up on the competition.

I sincerely think that my husband, with his beer belly, noxious farts, and poor table manners could get on there and they would be fighting over his ass, too. I have to convince myself that it all boils down to a competition.

Because if they are really sincerely falling in love with these guys after 2 chaperoned group dates, then there must be something wrong with me.

Oh, and did anyone notice how Moana's nipple kept peeking out of her dress?? LMAO!! Poor Moana.

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