Why this Feminist Loves The Bachelor, or, Pretty White People Behaving Badly
This Monday, The Bachelor is back! And I can’t wait. Since 2002, I’ve been a viewer of The Bachelor, The Bachelorette, and even the miserably sleazy Bachelor Pad.
And why do I watch this stuff? Because I’m addicted to romance? Because I have great faith that two strangers will fall in love on an eight-week long reality show and live happily ever after?
No and hell no. I watch these shows for one reason — because they are just about the funniest shows I’ve ever seen on television.
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