Tonight, I sat down on the couch in my flat after a day of class, exploring, and seeing my first play in London to negate all of that newly discovered culture by indulging in one of my not-so-guilty pleasures: The Bachelor. Let me say, I am extremely partial to the concept of The Bachelorette, since I find that the Bachelorette, while still horribly pathetic, tends to be a little more discerning than the Bachelor, who claims he is "looking to marry my best friend" and really want a beautiful person "on the inside". This Bachelor, after telling Chris Harrison all of this, then meets 25 leggy, tanned women who appear to have made best friends with Dr. 90210, and his tongue hangs out of his mouth while he thinks, "why weren't women like this pursing me when I wasn't allowing ABC to televise my personal life?"
Despite all this, I can't help but enjoy analyzing the body language, relentlessly mocking the collective stupidity of the girls, and basically devoting and hour and a half of every week to believing that truly anyone can find love - at least for some amount of time. However, I can't watch it in the UK! I was hopeful because I was able to watch last night's How I Met Your Mother, but I have searched and searched, but have had absolutely no luck.
So maybe this is the cosmos telling me to grow up and stop relishing in such asinine entertainment, but hey, after a day of so much culture, sometimes it's nice to just watch beautiful people do stupid things.
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