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I have a confession to make. I am a fully recovered Bachelor reality show junkie. I know, it’s the stuff of intellectuals, right? Regardless of how cheesy the program is, which it is, every six months or so when the latest eligible male made his television debut and waltzed across my screen professing his hopes (usually fabricated) of finding undying love among twenty-five strangers, I was right there parked in my front row seat, gawking at the screen.
The Bachelor was to me what sports are to men (and some women). After witnessing the character or lack thereof of the contestants, I chose my favorite and rooted for her to win the prize (if he was one) and pray she had enough self-respect to turn him down if he wasn’t. Read the rest of this entry »