Funny post from my homies at Reality Nation.
Here’s my two cents: from a Casting Director’s POV, simply casting the second place winner from the previous season is an easy breezy way to get the job done – and have a built in fan base. I think in the past it worked for a while. But how many second place winners can you keep choosing before you get to the bottom of the wine barrel?
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Every Monday I get together with a gaggle of girls (and my very patient husband) for Bachelor Monday at my place.
It’s become a tradition: we pop popcorn – and occasionally champagne – and watch with baited breath as Ben Flanjik douches up my flat screen for two excruciating hours of reality television. Every week I promise myself this will be the last week I put myself through his awful hair and man whore ways.
You could start a drinking game with how often he licks his lips before he goes in for a kill.
Dork used to be the only word that truly summed this guy up. Now I can’t even describe him. He’s just that bad. Luckily, I don’t have to.
After every episode, I click on my computer and head over to www.NotesFromAHack.com, where a guy “named” Irwin Handleman – a self proclaimed Bachelor-ologist – puts in words the feelings I cannot.
Irwin is now the sole reason I watch the Bachelor. His play by play is hilarious.
The Bachelor episode five starts off with a twist. The 11 remaining girls say see ya to the mansion in LA and head to Las Vegas. Land of sin and sand, Brad wastes no time wooing his women. He checks them into a fancy schmancy hotel suite and shells out the first date card to Shawntel N.
Just a small town girl, Shawntel N. has no idea what she’s in for. Brad presents her with every girls dream…a shopping spree. And not just at the local mall. We’re talking Fendi, Prada and Gucci here. Brad, with an eyebrow-raising ability to channel his inner fashionista, helps Shawntel N. pick out some slamming outfits. Then, he piles about 50 bags on her shoulders and sends her back to the suite. Bad idea. Jaws drop and jealously bubbles as the other ten girls see the booty Shawntel N. has been bestowed with. Michelle cannot stand it, per usual, and mimics hanging herself. Oh, to dream…
MTV‘s smartest move in unscripted reality programming as of late has been jerking tears out of me for weeks.
The Buried Life, a show about four hot Canadians checking stuff off their bucket list, is stellar. It has heart, humor and funny accents. If Mayberry had a gang problem, it would be these guys – they’re polite, charming and you know they can fish.
It’s truly a breath of fresh air for me, who gets hives flipping back and for the between American Idol and yet another Teen Mom fighting with her baby daddy.
Why does every episode of “The Bachelor” have the most dramatic rose ceremony ever?
Unless someone poops on the floor ala “Flava of Love,” the most dramatic things happening at these rose ceremonies are the number of times the camera cuts back and forth between Jake and his harem’s stressed out faces. I’m surprised no one has turned that into a drinking game yet.
I know I said I wasn’t going to wax on, wax off about reality shows, but since I am completely addicted to “The Bachelor” and I did help cast one season, I just had to share my thoughts.
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