1.
I watched “The Bachelor” last night. I am so completely hooked on the show that I fear for my own sanity. There is one more episode, and I literally CANNOT WAIT to see what happens. I have intense opinions about it, too, which I do not mind sharing with anyone who asks. (No one ever does.) I think that he CLEARLY should choose Jen. He needs to stay away from Kirsten. She’s a snake. She’s the kind of woman who makes other women look bad. Jen seems true-blue. There also seems to be chemistry between the two of them. And Tina Fabulous was just in it to compete. Once she realized she might lose and not get a rose, then suddenly she starts babbling at him, “I’m falling for you and I’m really scared.” It came off very false, she didn’t mean a word of it. She just didn’t want to lose.
I have cleared my schedule next Wednesday night so I can see the finale.
What I am about to reveal next is even more embarrassing.
2.
I CRIED last night watching “Extreme Makeover”. I SHED TEARS. Realizing how ridiculous it was the entire time the tears were falling. I’ve never seen the show before, and I will never watch it again. Truth be told, it turned my stomach. It turned my stomach on a gut level (surgery, blood, stitches), but it turned my stomach on an emotional level too. “After I got my nose done, and my eyes lifted, and my boobs enlarged and my hair colored and my wardrobe redone, I now feel that I have the time to re-commit to my marriage.” WHAT? (This is not an exaggeration. This is the kind of monologue the producers get the participants to make). The show is a commercial for the great-ness of plastic surgery. It’s disgusting. And yes, yes, I KNOW all this, I can SEE how manipulative it is, how awful it is, and yet there I was, in my pajamas, CRYING because that girl got her teeth whitened and her nose redone, and she called her father, weeping tears of happiness.
So embarrassing. For me. Not for her.
