Last night I watched a show about where all the past bachelor, bachelorettes, and potential suitors gone from past reality shows. This reality phenomenon, The Bachelor and The Bachelorette is about finding your mate, your one true live, in primetime. I have watched it a time or two but not been an avid viewer. Why not? My reasons have a lot to do with not buying it, the whole concept. When I saw this episode pop up on network television last night, “Where Are They Now?” I sat down to take it all in. If it is on during primetime, I must be missing something by not checking it out. So, I watched it with an open mind.
What I learned during this two-hour program is that the same thing happens every season. Women with incredible bodies wear bikinis and flaunt their assets, and I don’t mean anything outside of their physical attributes. Forget the fact many are gorgeous and should have no trouble getting folks lined up on their dancing cards, apparently they are now looking for love. I wondered, why if they were so hell-bent on finding love, were they not looking in the real world? Could it be getting air time on national television in prime time was more appealing, you think?
Last night was all about giving insight into the show’s premise, the rave over it, and updates on all involved. But to me, learning every season has it beach show, its visit the parents show, its steamy hot tub scene, and its overnight date episode seems too contrite for my taste. It was amusing to learn even the host has questioned the scripted-ness of continuing to say the line, “This is your final rose,” when only one rose is left on the table. Come on, as if no one can count. This is sheer dramatics and ridiculous to point out the obvious. Maybe the thinking in repeating the verbiage over and over each time the contestants on the show are so star struck and dumb founded in love they can’t count roses. One never knows how love strikes others.
