Another season of the Bachelor began last night and no matter how many times I've sworn off the insanity, I keep finding myself sitting in front of the TV on Monday nights. It's a sickness I tell you.
As I watched the ladies emerging from the limos last night, I was convinced that these were the most desperate girls to appear on the show yet. Yes, doing back flips from the limo to the Bachelor will certainly make an impression, but falling on your ass makes a bigger one, and not the kind you want to make. Greeting someone you just met with a tie and promises of a 50 Shades of Gray moment? Come on. Letting your would-be suitor know her dad will come break his knee caps? Yup, that will land you a date. But my favorite had to be the girl emerging in a wedding gown. I didn't know if I should laugh or cry. I won't even get into how not being able to hold your liquor appears.
While watching this train wreck unfold I was chatting with a friend on Facebook. This is when a new kind of Bachelor sickness emerged. I offered her money to apply to be on the show. But it came with a catch; she had to agree to be one of the wacko's that did something over the top when greeting the Bachelor. She told me she didn't have the proper wardrobe to go on the show so I offered her my wedding gown. Or my bridesmaids dresses, her spiel being "I'm always the bridesmaid, will you make me the bride?".
I'm pretty sure that conversation last night is a sign that I need to put the remote down and step away from the trashy reality TV. I just can't help myself, it sucks me in. Each. And. Every. Time.