I love The Bachelor. Not Sean or Ben or even Brad. I love the institution of The Bachelor and all the crazy shit it stands for: true love, high ratings, and bottles and bottles of white wine.
Some of my closest friends are shocked by my obsession with The Bachelor. I guess they don’t understand the beauty of housing dozens of insecure women in a mansion, taking away their connections to the outside world, pitting them against one another to fight for the attention of a man they’ve never met, feeding them bottles and bottles of white wine, and filming it all for us to blog about!
I will never stop watching The Bachelor. Unless I run out of white wine. Then maybe I will need to run out for a quick errand and come back to it. Here’s why…