...I like watching crazy people mingle. It's a morbid fascination of mine...
"I just rappelled down a thirty story building! I'm in love!" Said Crazy Michelle, from this season of The Bachelor.
Ten min earlier she was saying, "I hate heights, I'm going to barf!"
ABC should re-name The Bachelor, Pretty People on Life-Endangering Dates. No. Really.
You're not in love, dear crazy one, it was adrenaline. (Haha). The chemical response of a rush you endured with someone attractive, who was no doubt even more attractive while suspended at vertigo-inducing heights above Los Angeles.
And what's with the backpacks? Did they contain parachutes?? I hope so.
Come on people–caves full of God know's what, dinner in the middle of a Costa Rico pond on a sinking island... piranhas anyone?
(SNAP SNAP SNAP).
I wince whenever they enter the jungle on a date. I mean, don't get me wrong, I like The Bachelor and The Bachelorette—I like watching crazy people mingle. It's a morbid fascination of mine. But, seriously, whatever happened to dinner and a movie or conversation over cabernet?
Maybe I am old-fashioned or terribly boring. I just don't think that an analogy can be drawn between zip-lining in the Jungle and future relationship trials. Sure, it's emotional and frightening, but, arguments happen frequently, hurling yourself toward the jungle floor at mock 0.4 does not. And if it does, you must be a Navy SEAL or something.
Experiencing life and maintaining a relationship isn't about extremes, oh contra-re, it is about keeping things interesting and functional through the mundane day-to-day activities. That is the real challenge.
Anyways, I just think my proposed title,"Pretty People on Life-Endangering Dates," would be more fitting, unless of course The Bachelor, leaves as a Bachelor. Again.
