Thank goodness last night’s episode showcased a high school marching band and a fake wedding. Otherwise it would have been the equivalent of watching traffic court on your local public access television station. Somehow, I managed to cobble together an article for the Huffington Post. Check it out HERE and come back later this afternoon for the recap. PS: Groban’s hair was as ridiculous as his cowboy outfit. Discuss.
Nothing says “Happy Valentine’s Day” like celebrating the forced confession of love from an assortment of barefoot hopefuls battling for the coveted rose bud of a mundane Bachelor who is vying for the affection of a pouty mouth swimsuit model. It’s reassuring to assume that Hallmark probably has a special section in their store for these people. I’ve been sitting here, staring at a blank page for several minutes, trying
We know the season is pretty abysmal when the most interesting thing that happens is saved for the quirky 30-second sound off at the end of the show. Courtney casually picking up a tarantula as if it were a sweet cuddly kitten is proof that her insides are scrambled or she’s an ABC plant. Give me an entire date filled with this freakishness and call me entertained. What’s really sad
I was on a radio show this morning (Y101 in Jackson, MS) with Nate and Murphy talking about The Bachelor. Of course, my East Texas twang was in full force and I spoke 90-miles-per-hour because that’s what I do when I get nervous. Fortunately, I came to the table with some pretty good talking points and felt confident that I could get through the interview without being stumped. And then
