It's no secret I am a reality TV junkie. And while I appreciate that there are reality shows like Project Runway and Top Chef centered around showcasing and advancing creative careers, there is just nothing better to take the edge of a day of triple bidding than watching a house full of drunken girls compete for some guy they just met.
I don't know how last season's Brad Womack-bombshell-ending can ever be topped, which my husband still thinks is the greatest reality TV moment. (By the way, my husband who, though he professes to detest reality TV, always seems to be watching alongside me)
This season's Bachelor, Matt Grant, who Chris Harrison just could not remind us enough, is from London. He seems like a good enough guy with a nice, dry sense of humor. I do kinda think he is what my friend James refers to as a "two face" though–some angles good looking, other angles not so much.
After the always awkward introductions and finding it oddly strange that half the girls were sporting the same angled bob hairdo, I had to fast forward through the musical performances by Michelle and Ashlee–I just couldn't deal.
Even though I am good with the "first impression rose" going out to Amanda R., I do think Matt should have given it to the Venice Beach Hot Dog Vendor, Erin S. for rescuing him from the fabulously drunken Stacey (I could tell right outta the gate, she was one to watch), who planted her lace underwear in Matt's non-existent trouser pocket–I agree with you Matt, "not cool."
At the rose ceremony, I was surprised to see the clarinet worked–go figure.
Finally, Matt waited until the very last rose to call Erin H., which meant I had to endure my husband rooting for her by calling out her name loudly throughout the entire rose ceremony (he said he felt she was the smartest and presented herself the best). I'm okay with it since he's very tolerant of my current Javier Bardem obsession.
p.s - why is Lorenzo Lamas' daughter a bachelorette????