Mondays are tough. Really tough. Most normal people are back to work after a brief weekend respite. Some people are hungover. Instagram is full of “case-of-the-Mondays” memes that don’t make you feel better in any way. Life is meaningless. And for part of the year, there is NO. GOOD. TELEVISION.
But sometimes…. God answers our prayers, and ABC unveils a new season of television gold. The Bachelor. The Bachelorette. Bachelor in Paradise. Bachelor Weddings. Bachelor TV Specials. THE BACHELORRRRRRRR.
So… I love The Bachelor. Despite the fact that I am an educated feminist who believes in women supporting each other in all areas of life, The Bachelor fills a very specific hole in my heart. Some people have Deepak Chopra, meditation, or Soul Cycle. I have The Bachelor. For some reason, in the midst of an unsettling, disturbing world, The Bachelor is my equivalent to a guided meditation. Within minutes of Chris Harrison’s ever-so-comforting “COMING UP TONIGHT….” I feel a euphoria like I’ve never known before. Pure. Elation.
Unfortunately, my best friend Scotty has never seen an episode of The Bachelor before. I find this to be both offensive and shocking. So I sat her down to watch Episode One of Nick Viall’s journey to find love, with the intention of getting her to understand why I am always unavailable on Monday nights, and why I spend $5.99 on US Weeklys with Shocking Bachelor Tell-All’s on the cover.
Scotty is also pretty damn funny. So I recorded her watching the show, to see how a Bachelor noob might react to the formulas and situations which I have come to regard as ‘normal.’ The result, I believe, would make Chris Harrison proud. So join us on our journey to find Bachelor fandom.