all hail the new Bachelor

Hip hip hooray. I can hardly wait until the new Bachelorettes meet the latest Bachelor and start cooing about how they've met their own real Prince Charming.

Early seasons of my favorite show teetered between cheesy romance that any lover of the genre could enjoy (see: Meredith and Ian's proposal scene) and ridiculous campy shit (see: a drunken Amber asking Andrew Firestone if he liked Italian food because she loved the Olive Garden, or an unnamed vegetarian brunette on the same season being fed a piece of lamb by the Firestone and claiming that eating meat for the first time in 12 years was worth it because, "at least his fingers touched my lips.").

The Powers that Be at ABC have clearly abandoned the former mode of entertainment by picking a chump that looks cheesy and blow-dried even in the promo picks. If he has a thick italian accent, I'll die twice.

I'm listening to:
Pretty Girls Make Graves- Good Health