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Pony: Television confession - I watched the bachelorette
6.17.2008
Most of the time when I am cooking I listen to the radio or podcasts. WhenI am cooking something especially virtuous, like quinoa salad, I turn on the TV.
I watch such indescribable pap, I have to phrase it as a confession: I have been known to watch the bachelor franchise.
And last night, I watched the bachelorette.
In the past series the Bachelors have been such opaque Ken Dolls, you never knew what they were thinking as the tanned, viciously competitive PR assistants frolicked, pouted and wept in their midst.
But the Bachelorette is different: you can totally tell what she means when the dude - who has just admitted he lives on the same street as his mama - tells her that he had a great night and she says, "I am so glad you enjoyed yourself!"
Zing!
Deanna must make a choice between the single Dad, the robotically perfect lawyer, the extreme sports pothead, and the commitment-phobe who makes her heart go pitter-patter.
I mean, I know this is totally scripted, and that they forced her to pick the single dad as a top-4 because a kid will charge the ratings. But surprisingly, I was able to suspend my disbelief. And my shame.
