Anyone else watching "The Bachelor"?

I think it’s a well enough established fact that I’m a total reality TV slut that there’s no reputation to be destroyed by admitting that I’m watching this. I’ve skipped the last few seasons (professional bass fisherman? WTF?), but somehow seem to have gotten sucked into this one.

So, my question – is Moana (and who’da thunk that’s how it was spelled?) truly an evil, manipulative bitch, or is this just how they’re editing it? And how did Travis reach his age and educational/professional accomplishments without somewhere acquiring a clue?

I have caught a few episodes, including that poetess with the orange rind teeth. A more embarrassing and awkward moment I can’t remember, but I hope she does find someone who will love her for it.

Moana did seem disinterested in the whole thing and you wondered why she was there if she didn’t buy into it.

And yeah, I don’t see how he is so into this whole thing and expects to marry one of them. I was surprised to hear that they pulled him in off the street and he hadn’t planned to audition. Unless he staged the whole thing!

Yeah, that was pretty freakin’ bizarre.

Did you catch it last night? She went into this whole “heartfelt confession” thing with him – you know, letting him see the “real her” – that was the phoniest goddamn thing I’ve ever seen on a reality show – worse than Omarosa’s concussion.

I haven’t seen it since the “walking uterus” was sent home. I think that was the first episode. What a whackjob she was.

GOTTA FIND SOMEONE BEFORE MY EGGS SHRIVEL UP AND DIE! Great pickup line.

No shoving. The line forms to the left men.

If psycho hosebeast was still there maybe I’d still be watching.

Any other promising trainwrecks I should tune in to see?

I think it was Egg Girl who got me hooked. She was something.

The main thing is this one chick – Moana – who all the other chicks (and, no, that’s not usually a term I use) loathe totally – because Travis is quite intrigued by her, which is taken to be evidence that she’s not “playing fair.” Last night, one of the chicks (sic) who didn’t get a rose whispered to him on her way out, “One of these women isn’t being honest with you…” I can’t remember if she was the one whose shameful secret was that she’d been married before or the other interchangeable blonde.

Next week is “go to the girls’ [sic] hometowns week”! Woo hoo!