I’m a sucker for The Bachelor and The Bachelorette—I’ll admit it. I don’t obsess over the shows, but I have been watching them since the initial season with Alex as The Bachelor. (He was a scum bucket, in case you missed it.) Years later, I find myself in front of the TV, eating up every minute of the two hour season premiere of The Bachelorette.
No, it’s not exactly something to brag about.
So I’ve been watching the series on and off (as my schedule has permitted) since the first season, but it wasn’t until tonight that I understood why. As I watched a bevy of attractive men flood a New York City apartment, it all clicked: I like the show because it’s like a fairy tale.
Okay, a modern day fairy tale, but a fairy tale just the same. Twenty five men—25 men!—attempt to sweep this woman off her feet. While they turn on the charm, she parades around the fancy apartments and the most exciting city on earth dressed like a model. (Does she have a make up person? I want a make up person!) Everything she does is like magic. Dates take place in Central Park, at fancy restaurants, in the most idyllic locales you can imagine.
I know it’s not real life. I know that, even if ABC would consider a conservative Christian girl prone to break outs, I would not really go on such a show. But for an hour or two each week, it’s fun to pretend…