It’s episode seven and ABC has apparently been forced to cut the budget due to all the emergency vehicles that have been dispatched this season. In an unprecedented move, they allow all six of our bachelorettes, plus Sean, to board the same seaplane bound for St. Croix. Goodbye ubiquitous scarves and Ugg boots best suited for the cold, harsh Canadian Rockies! Hello Virgin Islands! Bring me your string bikini tops
Once I get my eyebrow under control, I’ll post the recap. In the meantime, y’all talk about how hard it is to date your boyfriend when all his other girlfriends are sooooo jealous of you. Lincee
I feel like it was just yesterday that I was complaining about how ABC no longer shows gratuitous shirtless scenes of Sean working out and now they have him covered in awful sweaters — that must be the losing end of a bet. You’d think if the wardrobe department was going full-on Canadian stereotype, they’d make him wear a Maple Leaf jersey or a Robin Sparkles graffiti coat instead of
I’ve been recapping “The Bachelor” for about a decade. I’ve logged a ton of hours studying the “special” intricacies of this show and consider myself proficient in both the logistics needed and emotions best suited for a journey to find love. After 17 seasons, patterns begin to emerge. The competitors slowly fall into their roles and The Bachelor archetypes are on display for the world to see and judge accordingly.
