More Filler from The Bachelor

I missed the first few minutes of The Bland-lor.

Someone’s crying. Others are wearing bikinis. Bland is shirtless for the 456th time. This might be the entire recrap. It’s riveting, yes?

They are on some island. I believe it’s Molokai, the former leper colony.

The Villain™ gets the date card as per the producers’ instructions. She complains about bugs and dripping makeup and a lack of dignity (I may have made up this last part, but that doesn’t make it less true). One of the 194 women vying for Bland’s gland catfights: “(The Villain™) is the most unhappy person I’ve ever encountered.”

Nope, that would be me.

The crying girl is crying on her date because she confessed to getting married when she was 17. Bland deduces “That’s young.” A real Einstein, that one.

She now feels like she ruined her reality show date where she’s competing with 87 other genitalia and hair extensions to chew on Bland’s face. Bland pretends to not care, but looks like he’s sucking on a lemon while he kisses her.

She screams “I love Bland!” like a 10-year-old at a One Direction concert, and it takes Bland five seconds to realize she’s talking about him.

The Villain™ date. They eat snow cones and ignore the grinding poverty of the island inhabitants. Back at the house, the other bachelorettes bitch about her. “I used a spoon correctly with my grapefruit and she didn’t even congratulate me,” says one. The Villain™ and Bland talk about the “tension” in the house, and I lose consciousness from strangling myself with my computer charger.

The bachelorettes vocal fry at one another about how “bad” “It’s going to be baaaaddddd” “Oh my goddddrrrr, it’s going to be baaaaadddd” “dra-mah-tic” when The Villain™ confronts Child Bride™ about badmouthing her to Bland.

Producers, here’s a little tip from me to you. You’ve got to show not tell. Having drunk women bleat at each other about how tense everything’s going to be, does not create tension.

Group date. Bland storms the castle and wakes them by taking pictures of their makeup-less faces. Bland knows “girls hate being seen without their makeup.” Oh Bland…the many, many things you do know could fill my makeup case. Incidentally I do not have one.

They drive around. The producers show their trip on an animated map and it sucks as much as you would expect. It makes Dora’s adventures look like Indiana Jones’. One of the three datees declares “This is the perfect date.” Oh dear.

Another fucking one-on-one date. Bland blathers more nonsense about “journeys” and “coffee enemas.” Bland’s relationship with nameless is “not where it needs to be,” which is code for “lack of handjob.”

Cheezus christmas, there’s 42 minutes left.

Bland’s sister Blandette shows up. Bland can’t wait to talk about all his feelings, and ends up proposing to his sister. Now that would be a good fucking show.

Ooh. Ooh. The “fight” between The Villain™ and Child Bride™. It’s as exciting as the time my dentist told me I should do a better job brushing the back of my bottom teeth. I gave it right back when I said “Okay.”

Here are the highlights:

“I can’t control my eyebrow.”

“My parents said I had a sparkle. Don’t let the other girls take it away.”

Bland shows up to The Villain™ massaging Vick’s Vapor Rub into her eyes to simulate crying. Bland’s heart or head weighs heavy–probably head–because he’s formulating a thought…The Villain™ appears unstable. He let’s her go. She cries and cries and says “No one will take my sparkle.”

Sparkle on, Sparkle-maker. Sparkle on.



  1. There were so many amazing twists and turns to this episode that I wore a diaper while watching it so I wouldn’t have to leave to pee. I might do that all the time now. Pretty darn exciting. But I do think it’s brilliant to call one’s borderline personality disorder “sparkle.”

  2. I have discovered that I can have all of the pleasure of watching these dating shows without taking away from my other reality junk food just by waiting until the reunion show. Bonus is you get the backstory and usually a new catfight.

    1. The reunion shows are pretty good. I was riveted by the Real Housewives of New Jersey reunion show. I couldn’t watch the actual show itself, but I could watch the sh*t out of the reunion show.

  3. I thionk they should surgically insert the rose somewhere in the guys chest cavity, and whoever cuts it out of him first wisn for that week.
    No, not very nice. But it would make for some interesting tv…

  4. I heard about this nonsense on the radio this morning and all I could think is: Can we renegotiate the hot-air balloon ride because if I don’t let my demons win and throw me out at 6,000 feet, it is entirely possible I might throw you out at 6,000 feet just to see if you screamed the whole way down or if you enjoyed some of the fall. Best case scenario, I will spend the ride huddled into a corner of the basket clutching the empty bottle of champagne and asking if we’ve landed yet.

    Conclusion: I am not Bachelor material.

      1. I also think you would have a problem expressing your desire for “a connection” or a need to “finish this journey” without vomiting.

  5. You know – I recorded this episode and watched on the fast forward setting on the DVR – you completely nailed it. Once again I thank you for giving me an hour of my life back!

  6. Sparkle? Why do I think she was one of those morons who read the Twilight series twenty times in a row? Oh, Jeez, I wonder who will get Bland at the end and how many seconds they’ll stay together?

  7. Does the Child Bride reveal that against all odds, she is still a virgin waiting to be popped by Mr. Right, who she always knew she would find on a “reality” TV show?

  8. Back in the old days, people used to say a girl had a “nice personality” if she didn’t have any positive physical attributes, like beauty or boobies. Apparently that’s being changed to “sparkle”. Nice coffee enema reference by the way – that’s a subject which never gets old.

  9. These are made all the more funny for me by the fact that my little sisters (they’re twins) love this show. They stood in line for 2 hours at a Freed’s furniture to meet the Bachelor in person. I love them, but they are those women. So every time they talk to me about the show, I just think of these posts, and I’m like, “Oh yeah, I saw something about that…”

  10. I have been traveling for work, and one of the downsides is that hotel televisions get very few channels. Well, I ended up watching The Bachelor one night, and now I’m kind of hooked. I actively searched for it on Hulu yesterday. I’m pretty sure the next step in my life is euthanasia.

  11. Are you effing kidding? Someone really said “No one will take my sparkle”??? Also, even though I’ve been subjected to neither form of torture, listening to a bunch of skanks vocal fry might worse than waterboarding.

  12. I happened upon the very first episode of the very first Bachelor season while channel surfing ~47 years ago. Tierra’s line about her sparkle made every minute I’ve ever spent watching this show worth it. I will never tire of using that sparkle phrase as long as I live.

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