Life after Jake

After a fabulous long weekend (here in Canada) with unseasonably warm temperatures and sunny skies, last night it was time to get down to business, and by business I mean the season premiere of The Bachelorette. Proud, I am not. Addicted to certain shitty reality TV series, I am. 

I realized last night as I watched Ali, the new Bachelorette, greet a bevy of hunks vying for her affections, that she is incredibly annoying. I likened it to how pleasant it is to listen to fingernails against a blackboard. I think I may have wanted to slap her at one point just so she would tone it down. I'm all for enthusiasm but that voice. Even when she's happy, there's a whine in it. 

Of course, the drama started almost instantly. Men can be catty too. They've already picked out a male version of Vienna in Justin, a Canadian "entertainment" wrestler. Everyone already seems to think he's there for the "wrong" reasons. How do you know this after having just met the guy? Is it jealousy or what? 

I didn't like Vienna in the end but it took me a few episodes to realize she's a fame whoring ho bag. So really, she and Jake deserve each other. But Justin seems ok at this point. Nothing's happened yet except some serious sucking up to Ali over cocktails. But, of course, if there's no drama, it must be manufactured, especially on a show like this that thrives on cat fights, backstabbing and general sleeziness.

In this season, Ali travels the world getting to know her potential husbands. This, I'm a little jealous of. From Turkey to Iceland to some tropical paradise. Bitch. 

Of course, I'm already looking forward to the shenanigans kicking into high gear in subsequent episodes. Yes, this is what I do in my spare time. Don't judge. You know you'd do the same, if you had no pride. 

Go get 'em tiger!