As the season of the Bachelorette will come to a close this
Monday night all of America will be gathered around the television to answer
two questions: Will Des find love or leave heartbroken? What will I do on
Monday nights now since I can’t put my wit to the test with a sarcastic comment
in 140 characters?
Well, maybe I will be the only one asking the second
question.
To be completely honest and vulnerable I have a confession:
I love the Bach. And by love, I mean I love to hate on it, make fun of the
dates, talk to people through twitter and texting about each decision and rose,
judge it, put myself in their shoes, the commentary mid-date that is plain
weird if you were on a normal date, and plan my vacation locations for the rest
of my life (only hoping ABC will pay for my dates).
I also love to integrate the Bach into normal day
conversations. When my friends and I discuss our plans for the evening it’s fun
to compare it to “group date” or if a friend is stuck between two different
suitors pose the question: “is he good enough to get a rose if you were on a 2
on 1 date?”
We also talk about
how we would do if we had the chance to be on the show. Sure we’d probably have
to stop eating for a couple hundred days, make sure our house is just big
enough for camera crews if we make it to the final four, read a bunch of
blogs on how to live a sorority girl life post college, and make sure that if
our life hasn’t thrown us difficulties we would come up with a sob story that
America could relate to (ie. Des probably grew up in a normal size house and
had to work a part-time job during high school. Bachelorette style- I was
living on the streets some nights, barely knew where my next meal would come
from. I relate to Cinderella cause this one time I had to bus a table at work
when the bus boy was on his break during my hostess shift. I have overcome such
trying times in my life. And now I feel like my life is such a fairytale).
Of course though, as much as I hate on the show I do want there
to be a happy ending, even if it looks like sister wives in the end. I’m still
rooting for Sean and Catherine and was a little heartbroken when I realized
that Jef and Emily were over. And by heartbroken, I mean the possibility of me
running into Jef during my trips to Charlotte would be slim to none. Roses have thorns, Bachelor nation.
But if anything I can thank the Bach for the community it
has brought on Monday nights. While I do love live tweeting the event for the
laughs it brings, I can live without it. Although, I don’t mind participating
in it. I enjoy how it invites sometimes random friends into my life that I don’t
always chat with to discuss the ridiculous moments of tears or comments. I can
guarantee that every Monday night I will be gathered around the tv with friends
across America, dying. Dying laughing. So what is there to hate on? Thanks
Bachelorette for the most dramatic season eevvvveerrrrr and the laughing you’ve
brought to my life. It’s been a good summer.
Ps. Juan Pablo better be the next Bach. POR FAVOR.
