Not The Bachelor review you’re looking for

There’s s a strange phenomenon that seems to happen every time The Bachelor airs. Thousands of women sit down in front of the TV and tear apart other women under the guise of reviewing or live tweeting the show.

I don’t watch The Bachelor because I don’t agree with the premise, I don’t like the concept of dating shows and I am trying desperately to stop hate-viewing/reading in general. But by mistake I watched Twitter for a while last night.

What I saw was nothing worse than the worst bitch-fest I’ve seen since someone slept with some one else’s best friend at high school. Nasty, shaming hateful tweets. I am not a flag waving feminist-enforcing cheerleader but I am a believer in feminism and equality and I firmly believe that if a woman wants to go on reality TV she should do so, I wouldn’t choose to do it but that doesn’t mean it’s wrong. Isn’t feminism all about choices?

It is sometimes addressed as levitra online order by certain pharmaceutical manufacturers. Proper sex life can give you all the proper knowledge. generic cialis samples People have started building extreme trust in online viagra this pill. Buying online enables you to keep your identity cheap 25mg viagra secured from others. Surely there is a way to watch a show and laugh at the content rather than the people, to review the discussion rather than the personality type. Not to cast aspersions on the mental health and habits of the people we are watching.

But as I said, I don’t watch the Bachelor so I talked to Kerri who does. Watch us here

Let me know what you think…

Comments

  1. I watched it for the first time last night only because my husband was away and I couldn’t figure out how to change the channel with his 6 remote freakin controls. Or-Mah-Gord! Dumbness personified! Could there be anything more stupid on television?? Thank gord for my kindle.

  2. My hubby watched it the first night as said the ads for it on MasterChef made it looked great, his journo/TV background wife told him it was all smokes and mirrors and a load of crap but he had to see for himself. He saw a bit last night and stopped, thankfully, I didn’t want to have to divorce his ass!

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