The Bachelor

Yes. I am writing about the crappy television show, which sucks so many of the female race into its fly trap every Monday night, that even I cannot help flipping the station to the madness. It has a strange hold over me. No matter how badly I talk about the show, I can't stop watching it. It's sort of like a bad car crash that you stare at as you pass, secretly hoping to see a little blood on the asphalt. OOOOh, is that too much honesty? Ah, well. The logical part of me sees the show for what it is; the glorification of the misogynistic condition of the American dating tradition. BUT, I also want to believe in love. I wish I could blame it on the fact that I'm a girl, but that just perpetuates the problem, doesn't it? So, I am forced to blame it on the fact that I have a melancholy temperament and I refuse to not believe in the hope of all things. Anyhow, this is a cry for help from me to you...PLEASE HELP ME KICK THE BACHELOR!