First and foremost ladies; don’t mistake meeting a
douchebag in a rented mansion for meeting prince charming in a royal palace. No successful monogamous relationship has
ever started in a
mansion. They’ve ended there and they’ve visited
there, but they’ve never started
there. If you want a mansion-based love
affair, put on bunny ears and hope when Hugh Hefner scraps your name and
replaces it with a number, you’re at least in the top 50.
Secondly, how did any of the viewing audience or
competing bachelorettes think a show based around letting the male make all of
the choices was going to end well? Any
girlfriend, wife, sister or ‘gal-pal’ that’s ever asked a straight man to
choose which of her two dress options he prefers, would know that making
executive decisions is not in a straight male’s skill set. It ranks right up there with sharing our
feelings and remembering anniversaries. How
did you think getting him to choose from 24 options would turn out well? For crying out loud, host
‘Osher/Andrew/G/Gunsberg’ can’t even decide on which name he wants to go by!
While we’re on the topic of choices, whose brilliant
idea was it to send the girls to South Africa for ‘Le Grande dumping’!? South Africa; the country that gave us the
'vuvuzela', apartheid and the villains of ‘Lethal Weapon 2’. The only way this whole experience could have
ruined my memories of ‘The Lion King’ more, was if Blake had dumped Lisa and
then immediately pushed her off pride rock. The
symbolism was there; elephant bones, red sand and an environment where a cactus
would struggle to grow – what made you think love could? If you got called into your boss’s office and
it looked like that, you’d know you were getting made redundant before you were
getting a heartfelt marriage proposal.
Not since Prince William and Kate’s Australian visit has a couple had to
sit through more native tribal dances. Sorry
Channel Ten, but if I want to see heartbreak on the African continent, I’ll
watch ‘Blood Diamond’ or simply tell my sponsor child his drawings are shit and
I’m stopping payments.
Also, sorry to
crush the illusion for the girls at home and in the house, but Blake didn’t
organise the dates. I know, I know, it's the
news heartbreak is made of but then again, the truth both hurts and heals. If that was part of the attraction, you
should’ve focused your affections on the producer or the work experience kid
who died a little inside every time you or one of the Bachelorettes uttered the words, “Awww Blake put
together this beautifully romantic date”.
If you listened carefully after each time someone said it, you
could hear ‘Jason the intern’ shouting off camera, “alright next time Blake can try driving out to Narre
Warren looking for a store that stocks candleholders suitable for replicating a Thai
sunset!”
Side note: never trust a man who sounds like he’s getting
a chunk of the band Journey’s royalties every time he mentions their name. Blake mentioned the word “journey” so many times,
I started to think he was saying ‘Germany’ and I assumed the final episode would be
filmed in Munich at Oktoberfest. In
fact, what should have happened is that every time Blake mentioned the Bachelorettes being on this ‘journey’ with him,
each girl should have gotten 20,000 frequent flyer points. You’re not a hobbit mate, this isn’t Middle-Earth and you’re not on a journey. I
mean sure it did end up with you grabbing a ring, but that’s by-the-by.
People believing all along that Blake was a nice guy
and how wrong they were is essentially a very good explanation for how Ivan
Milat was able to get backpackers into his car and how Tony Abbott was able to
get elected Prime Minister. A vast
majority of the Australian public are to judging character what ISIS is to peaceful
protest. With all due respect to Blake,
you don’t get to claim a broken heart if you’re the douche that causes it. And if you do feel pain in your heart, it’s
in all likelihood a result of steroid abuse rather than disappointment at love
lost.
The question
needs to be asked – do people who are desperate to meet someone even need shows like
‘The Bachelor’ anymore? With the rise of programs and applications such as
Tinder, Grindr, Facebook and Instagram, it seems ‘dating shows’ are being made
obsolete by what I’m labelling ‘relationsh-apps’. Not sure if I can trademark
that but it certainly gives credence to the theory that ‘The Bachelor’ is
potentially more of a tool for people trying to find fame rather than look for
love. Word to the wise; don’t let your sibling or daughter go on a show where she competes with
other women for the affections of one man. It’s demeaning and probably quite
damaging. We shouldn’t have ‘The Bachelor’. What we should have is a show, with
a similar format called, ‘The Bachelor Degree’. A show where 24 women
compete for university degrees while fending off the advances of a creepy guy
with a voice like ‘Love Song Dedications’ host, Richard Mercer.
In the end, we can say two things with absolute certainty; the first being that whether or not the claims about there being no sex in the ‘Bachelor Mansion’ are true or false, the viewers at least got well and truly screwed... and they didn’t even get a rose. The second – no girls are going to be shining the 'Bach signal' into the night sky for Blake any time soon.