Each week seems to get worse than the last on this season of The Bachelor…and it’s only week two. I remember last July when I begged Chris Harrison to put Jake-The-Pilot on air as the new Bachelor. A handsome devil, that Jake. A bit too squeaky-clean, yes. But I was so blinded by his smile, that I didn’t realizes what I was asking for. Now I’m paying for it.
I don’t know why ABC thinks it’s a great idea to air two hours per week. It’s too much. It’s way too much. I remember Michelle because all she does is cries. She cries because she hasn’t had the time to speak to Jake. She cries because she doesn’t get a date. Just. Go. Home. He gave her a rose. Men are so dumb.
If I were to sign on for something like this, I would want to make damn sure I have my game-face on. Otherwise those bitches would eat me alive. After the first rose ceremony, I’d say “to hell with it” and hit up Sprinkles.
And another thing. If they don’t stop playing “On The Wings Of Love,” I’m going to have a fit. I spent the better half of the show with the covers over my head, because the cheese factor is at level 10.
On tonight’s episode, Rozyln has an inappropriate relationship with a member of production. Chris took her outside, scolded the scorpion woman, and sent her packin’. Then he told Jake, who didn’t look psyched. Then Chris and Jake went to tell the women, who took it harder than Jake did. Talk about a pre-menstrual meltdown. Are we all on the same cycle, gals? It’s funnier than it is sad. It also reeks of a publicity stunt.
I can’t stay mad at Jake. He’s so cute.
