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And…scene. So there you have it. We can no longer simply ‘watch the finale’, people. Nosiree. We can no longer just put on our jammies, twist off that wine cap and settle in for a night of uterus-burning laptop fun. Now we have to participate in a ‘Bachelor event’. And apparently, »»
Well, what can I say? The dream is gone. I knew within a few minutes of the episode starting last night, that AshLee’s end was near. And it made me so, very, sad. I knew it as soon as they replayed all those beautiful moments between them – the blindfold, him carrying her, her talking abo »»
Ding, dong the witch is dead! How many times have I typed that exact sentence, you ask? Too many. But also, not enough. Happy Valentine’s Week, peeps. If this shit doesn’t put you in the mood for love, what does? I’m proud to say that my gift this year was two-fold; 1) – my husban »»
So I think we all settled in last night, hoping, quite frankly for some good old fashioned girl-on-girl violence. Yet once again, we fall for those evil genius Bachelor editors and wait patiently for someone to toss Tierra down the stairs, only to find out that the loser slipped on her own for atten »»
I have to admit, it’s been a long time since I’ve gotten those Bachelor butterflies and when I settled in for the premiere of Sean’s season, to be honest I didn’t know what I was more excited about; another whole nine weeks (give or take) of pure, glorious, trash TV or the fact that my husba »»
So, here we are. I can’t believe our first season of Bachelor Canada has come to an end. I gotta say, I think we’ve got it mostly right. Last night’s episode had all of the critical elements needed for a successful finale. Excessive montages of said bachelor deep in thought in various p »»
Ah, fantasy dates. Where couples are placed in the most unrealistic, extravagant locales, in order to come down to earth and get the most clarity in these final oh-so-important moments. Go figure. Though I was initially surprised that Brad and the girls weren’t whisked off to exotic destinations »»
If ridiculousosity is not a word, well, then, consider it one now. Really, Brad? You’re on episode four and already scheduling hometown dates for next week when many of the girls have spent less time with you than it takes to grow back the hair they lost during last week’s epic shaving part »»
Tonight’s episode opened not with Brad readying himself to sink his teeth into bachelorhood, but with an uncomfortable abundance of product placement and overt sponsorship . What started with a wicker basket full of drug store brand essentials – not even the good stuff or things the girls m »»
Oddly, ‘wowsa’ is a phrase that comes to mind. I really never thought I would use that phrase, yet here I am, still reeling from the effects of last night’s finale – the only finale in this show’s history that actually warrants the phrase ‘the most shocking finale ever’ and all I can »»
Sup, peeps. So last night’s episode wasn’t as exciting and riveting as last week’s but it certainly had its moments, no? I was expecting some light to be shed on certain issues that surfaced, such as Kalon being in love for real for the first time, or delving into the situation between Ja »»
Okay clearly somebody upstairs does not want me to watch Bachelor Pad. For the third week in a row, I experienced technical difficulties – this time a faulty PVR recording – which left me missing twenty full minutes of the beginning of the show. Thankfully, my very own Super-Fans saved t »»
The joy that spread across my face last night from the moment I cast my eyes upon the slick, wet driveway of the Bachelor Pad mansion is almost indescribable. Home at last. Where the silicone flows like cheap vodka coolers and the tears flow harder than rain ruining a fantasy date in Costa Rica. »»
Okay, you know something’s wrong when Alessandro is the palest guy on the panel. Last night’s spray-tanning convention – whoops – I mean ‘The Men Tell All, was sort of an ‘aha’ moment for me where I truly acknowledged the formula that is this show. Maybe it was the four hundred mi »»
I have to admit, last night, I wasn’t really in the mood for this. After an amazing long weekend with the ups of my son seeing his first fireworks show at the cottage, to the downs of hearing of Tom and Katie’s split (didn’t see that one coming a mile – or should I say a galaxy – away), »»
Well, now. What do we have here? Places everyone! Sixty year old lady in hot pink figure skating costume, complete with plunging neckline and sagging implants? You’ll do nicely in row number one. Disgruntled singletons perched atop tiny stools, crossing and uncrossing legs, in an effort to »»
I remember when hometowns were fun. When they were a no holds barred, gun-wielding dad shit show riddled with small town American clichés. But somewhere along the way, people started using hometowns as an actual way to gauge their potential future success as a married couple, and now, some of t »»
Okay seriously, do you know how tired I am right now writing this? When I realized that I’d be blogging about not one, not two, but a surprise secret episode three the day after I get home from Mexico (at 4 AM!) and that it’s not on from eight to ten, but nine to eleven, forcing me to sit down »»
Well, the minute episode two opened with a shot of Sean in the shower…and then working out…and then in the shower…and then sporting a fresh V-neck…I knew we were in for some deep romantic connections. And, I was right. Obviously. When am I not right? Right??? It was nice to settle i »»
Was this the longest week ever or what? Seriously, having to wait a full week after the finale to watch Whitney stumble her way out of Brad’s cross examination was a true test of human perseverance. But I survived. And maybe, just maybe absence made the heart grow fonder, because really, could Bia »»
Ah, The Women Tell All…one of the finest displays of fake apologies, insincere compliments and an estrogen-infused studio audience there is. I for one, eat this stuff up, but with this episode, I was immediately distracted by some glaring absences. First, where was Bubba? You know, Rebecca »»
Borderline offended. Borderline offended is how I felt watching this week’s episode. How are we supposed to suspend our disbelief over the potential success rate and sanctity of these relationships when it is beyond preposterous that hometown dates are taking place on episode five? I mean we »»
Why bother? Why bother following Brad as he inches his way closer to true love (or being bludgeoned by a stalker if he chooses Whitney), when we know in our heart of hearts that there is no friggin way it will last. In the last two weeks alone, we’ve discovered that Courtney (villainess extraordi »»
Last night I said a prayer. A prayer for “The Bachelor Canada.” May you not embarrass us with a vaguely familiar, low-budget take on this beloved classic. May you not assault our eyes with a barrage of backwoods butterfaces. May you not shoot a romantic one-on-one date in the nickel m »»
You would think that by now I have learned my lesson. That by now I would understand that editing is a wondrous thing and can make you believe that the most simple of episodes, the most benign occurrences, will be fraught with excitement, tension and emotional turmoil. These are the hopes I had s »»
Hello dear friends, how I’ve missed you so! I managed to survive my week away and I have to admit, coming home and watching last week’s PVR’d episode yesterday as a mere fan, without my laptop burning a hole into my uterus, was kinda nice. Sure, I managed to fold seven loads of laundry wh »»
Okay, I’m just gonna say it. I’m about as into the Olympics as I’m into the royal family. If you remember my rants about Kate Middleton’s horrific wardrobe (come on, you know it’s gotten worse) and my total fascination with, well, the fascination people have with the royal family you »»
And…then there was one. Here we are, yet another season of The Bachelorette a distant memory and I have to say that in three hours worth of TV and what, dare I say, was the most shocking finale in Bachelorette history, my notes are actually lookin’ a bit bare. It was no shock to me that Jef wa »»
Normally, once I wrap up my cozy two hours on the couch with my vino, my lap top and my bachelor or bachelorette, I shut ‘er down for the night, go to sleep and wake up at an ungodly hour to release all my judgmental thoughts that have simmered in my slumber to you. But, that ain’t the case ton »»
This write-up could go one of two ways; I could either deliver short, witty remarks generated by the one or two borderline amusing moments of last night’s episode, resulting in a leisurely read to be enjoyed over morning coffee or I could do my usual – overcompensate for the total lack of anyt »»
