Jan
10
My Bachelor Rules
I’m not watching The Bachelor this year. Now that I’m a grownup with actual responsibilities like making copies and hole-punching those copies and putting those hole-punched copies in binders, I just don’t have the time to watch and recap it like I used to. Plus, I can’t steal my roommates’ jokes anymore so the recaps probably wouldn’t even be funny.
So in lieu of my old recaps, I offer you this: my Bachelor rules.
- Anyone with a “y” where an “i” or “e” should be in their name or a “z” anywhere in their name is out, immediately.
- Oh, what’s that? You’re here for the right reasons? She’s here for the wrong reasons? Guess what, if you say anything about “reasons”, you’re going home.
- If you cry for any reason other than excruciating physical pain, you’re gone. I’m talking broken or dislocated limbs, not a stubbed toe.
- If you try to “steal me away for a minute,” you’re fired. I’m mixing awful reality shows here, but you get the idea.
- You say you want to marry your best friend? Weird, everyone I know wants to marry someone they can’t stand. Enjoy the limo ride home.
This is also, incidentally, a list of reasons that I could never be The Bachelor. That and the fact that I would never go on The Bachelorette, and the two shows have just become a round-robin circle-jerk clusterfuck of former contestants.