It’s a Tuesday morning. I’m walking into school, still half asleep but in a pretty decent mood. I sit down in the hallway to enjoy 10 more minutes of peace before the first bell rings, and then the realization hits me—“The Bachelor” was on last night.
My decent mood quickly deteriorates as talk of Olivia’s huge mouth and Ben not giving so-and-so a rose dominates the conversation. As I sit and mind my own business because I have absolutely nothing to contribute to the conversation, I begin to reflect on “The Bachelor.”
Who signed off for this show to be in existence?
If someone actually expects to nd her “true love” by living in a house full of girls and sharing a boyfriend, she is mistaken.
I think that even devoted viewers could vouch for the fact that the show is unbelievably staged. The producers cater to a specific group of people and do whatever it takes to entertain and maintain that audience. I’ve tried to give it a chance, as my mom and sisters are avid fans, but I nd myself unable to take it seriously and hardly nd it entertaining.
According to “People” magazine,“The Bachelor” and “The Bachelorette” have been on TV for 13 years, and only six couples are still together. Yes, you read that correctly. 13 years. SIX couples. Let’s not forget that there have been 33 seasons including both “The Bachelor” and “The Bachelorette.”
The “real” part of reality television got lost somewhere along the way. The unrealistic dates and destinations seem like a good idea until the show’s over and the happy couple is forced to eat take out in Ben’s bachelor pad.
What happens when the cameras go away, and they no longer have to put on a show for an audience?
I would be willing to bet that those who are pro-“Bachelor” would argue it gives a sense of hope that we might all find this “true love” that has happened at most 18 percent of the time on the show. I don’t mean to be cynical, but the idea of love the show portrays is a distorted version of what it actually should be.
The girls and guys on the show are essentially competing for a husband or wife, and something about that doesn’t sit well with me. I hope that when the time comes, things will naturally fall into place, and the fate of my relationship won’t be determined by whether or not I receive a rose.
I’ll never understand why “The Bachelor” has been so successful. Sure, the people are pretty attractive, and they travel to places I’d love to go to, but the message behind the show doesn’t seem right.
Well, you heard it here rst. Someone actually doesn’t like “The Bachelor.” For now, I will continue to sit quietly on Tuesday mornings and bite my tongue while everyone I know raves about last night’s rose ceremony as if it were the results of Color Block.