And that’s why this season might be the greatest.
Everything I feel about this season of The Bachelor summed up in one tidy little article. Juany Pabs is THE WORST, but the sideshow in the press about this season has been fascinating. I bailed weeks ago but tuned in for The Women Tell All because I had a feeling there would be nothing better than watching J-P face a group of women who collectively seemed to feel they’d dodged a bullet.
On the bright side, I learned a friend of a friend is going to be a contestant on The Bachelorette. I’ve never met him, and I don’t even remember his name, but his résumé is impressive. If that’s the caliber of dude they’re casting, we’re all in for a treat. And with the delightful, but still unconfirmed, Andi presumably at the center, it should be a good one.
So don’t despair: the sun’ll come out tomorrow!
It’s like the universe keeps whispering “You need to plan a trip to Charleston. Go to Charleston! Charleston!
(Remember the disembodied voices that tell Scarlett to go back to Tara at the end of Gone With the Wind? Pretty much that.)
rockabyebucktown said: Could not agree more! Who is your favorite?!
saturdaynightguys said: So it’s Real Housewives good?
Let me just do a quick bullet point version of why I love this show so far:
- According to my good friend who started his journalism career in Charleston, Thomas Ravenel is a legitimate big deal, upper eschelon get. We never get legit people on Bravo shows. Maybe the closest is Sonja Morgan? The Maloof?
- However, Thomas Ravenel disgraced his family name with a coke scandal, went to jail, and is now trying to reignite his political career by APPEARING ON A BRAVO SHOW. Does not compute. Instant + for this program.
- There’s so much discussion of the importance of each cast member’s lineage in the first act of the pilot. Personally I was most impressed by a lineage that was NOT discussed onscreen: Cameran Eubanks, of the highly important Real World: San Diego family.
- By the way, being from the South, can I just tell you how much I revel in bullshit family legacy pimping? I encountered many people when I lived in Atlanta who claimed to be descended from “illustrious families”. However, I lived in Atlanta for 18 years, and I legitimately have not heard of the majority of people who claim their families are majorly important. Give me a call when you marry a Grady. (This is my general suspicion about the Boykin kid.)
- I also can’t fail to mention that the Boykin kid happens to sport my favorite haircut to mock of all time: the Southern Fratboy Combover.
- We all know my favorite character will eventually be the dude who lives with his martini-permanently-affixed-to-her-hand mom, directed that terrible Halston movie, and refused to let people bring beer to his party because it has too many carbs.
Southern “society” is pretty much the kookiest of the kook. And my frame of reference for kook is pretty well developed. Thus: this show has much potential.
I would watch pretty much any iteration of Southern Charm.
I would watch Southern Charm: Memphis.
I would watch Southern Charm: Mobile.
I would watch Southern Charm: Athens.
I would watch Southern Charm: Nashville.
I would watch Southern Charm: Louisville.
Make it a franchise. If you build it, we will come. (I’m your target demo, so trust me on this.)
Sunday night: perfunctory registry check. Delighted to see that someone bought us a couple of things I’ve REALLY wanted.
Hashtag greedy greedy greedy.
I also really missed the dude while he was away this weekend. So I think that’s reinforcement that I really want to go through with this and am not just marrying to get a bunch of new stuff.
(But c’mon. The stuff is pretty fun.)
Every time the dude goes out of town without me, I joke that we might own a dog by the time he gets back.
Every time I make this joke, he half laughs.
Every time he half laughs, I think to myself: “I’m only half kidding.”
He’s not finding a dog in our house when he gets back today. But I make no promises for what may happen when he goes away on his bachelor party trip.
7 days in advance and there’s nothing available.
Sheesh. I though LA was insane, but Manhattan is putting us to shame.
Although maybe I’ve been a lackadaisical Angeleno for too long and this is just how the real world works?