There’s s a strange phenomenon that seems to happen every time The Bachelor airs. Thousands of women sit down in front of the TV and tear apart other women under the guise of reviewing or live tweeting the show.
I don’t watch The Bachelor because I don’t agree with the premise, I don’t like the concept of dating shows and I am trying desperately to stop hate-viewing/reading in general. But by mistake I watched Twitter for a while last night.
What I saw was nothing worse than the worst bitch-fest I’ve seen since someone slept with some one else’s best friend at high school. Nasty, shaming hateful tweets. I am not a flag waving feminist-enforcing cheerleader but I am a believer in feminism and equality and I firmly believe that if a woman wants to go on reality TV she should do so, I wouldn’t choose to do it but that doesn’t mean it’s wrong. Isn’t feminism all about choices?
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But as I said, I don’t watch the Bachelor so I talked to Kerri who does. Watch us here
Let me know what you think…
I watched it for the first time last night only because my husband was away and I couldn’t figure out how to change the channel with his 6 remote freakin controls. Or-Mah-Gord! Dumbness personified! Could there be anything more stupid on television?? Thank gord for my kindle.
My hubby watched it the first night as said the ads for it on MasterChef made it looked great, his journo/TV background wife told him it was all smokes and mirrors and a load of crap but he had to see for himself. He saw a bit last night and stopped, thankfully, I didn’t want to have to divorce his ass!