A friend of mine wrote this and posted it on a Message Board.  It is hilarious because its so true.  Feel free to pass it along to others.

MCSEGuy

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By Paula Cook

We’ve now seen two seasons of The Bachelor and an upcoming season of The Bachelorette is due to start in January. The premise of The Bachelor, for those of you who live in a cave, or prefer your television to have some meaning to it, is an extremely handsome man chooses a potential wife from a pool of equally nauseatingly beautiful women. Each week, Prince Charming gives roses to the women he wants to keep, while the other women say their good-byes on national television. Of course before he makes his final choice, there must be a reunion of all the catty, backbiting, two-faced women who were eliminated so they can confront one another, and the Frog Prince in an emotional, daytime talk show setting. It’s great for the ratings.

The women who get to stay get swept off on exotic paradise weekends, fairy-tale dinners for two, and other romantic dates with Mr. All-That. When it comes time for The Bachelor to choose the woman who is to be his one-and-only, we get to see him picking out a wedding ring. These people have known each other for six weeks, and his time until the final few weeks must be divided between too many women to get any real quality time with one in particular. They must be insane to think that six weeks of hit-and-miss courting qualifies them for a lifetime of snoring, scratching in weird places, differences of opinion, dirty diapers, dividing housekeeping duties, cat people mixed with dog people, mortgage payments, illnesses, funerals, and other real life issues.

That’s what this is all about, right? Real life. So why is everything so perfect? How often does that really happen in real life? How often does Cinderella find her Prince Charming? Real life is full of Rumplestiltskins and Trolls and Ugly Ducklings who get passed over when networks are searching for the next unrealistically attractive single person to get a shot at their 15 minutes of fame. I say if we’re going to have to endure Reality Television, let’s make it REAL!

Why not have reasonable versions of The Bachelor? He’s a truck driver who only sleeps in his own bed 3 nights a month. His hair isn’t freshly trimmed every week, his stubble shows once in a while, his belly is starting to expand, his two oldest tattoos match his mothers’ and his CB handle is Voodoo Man. He’s looking for a woman who can put up with his absences, pay his bills, likes beer, Patsy Cline, and Baywatch, and will give him a wild romp in the hay once in a while.

The Bachelorette is a single mom with 3 kids, works as a telemarketer to put food on the table, is about 40 pounds overweight, has never had her eyebrows waxed, wears clothes she’s had for five years, has to postpone bills this month to pay the ones she postponed last month, and hasn’t had even an offer of a date since 1998. Now that’s REAL!

Or what about The Divorcee? She’s a 45-year-old woman, who lives with her twenty-something daughter, two grandchildren, and high school age son. She wears a shade of lipstick that’s a bit too bright for her skin tone, skirts that are a little too short, gaudy jewelry, too much perfume, and fake fingernails. She spent 25 years catering to her overbearing husband and now she’s sowing her wild oats. She wants more than anything to be loved by a man, to share her life with someone, but she feels she’s just too old to face the dating scene again. She doesn’t mind if her Mr. Right has a receding hairline, a pot belly, excessive nose and ear hair, or a strange affinity for Star Trek Conventions, as long as he treats her and her family with respect.

Why not The Frat Boy? He’s the all-American athletic type who wears his letterman’s jacket and class ring from high school as if they were Nobel Peace Prizes. He’s got war stories about football games, wrestling, and keg parties. He drives a Jeep Wrangler, listens to old AC/DC, and his car stereo system is worth more than the car itself. He is majoring in Philosophy, but reads more Playboys than textbooks. He’s looking for a girl who is hot, easy, AND old enough to go to the liquor store.

These are the people I know. This is real life. Unfortunately, network executives know that these people are unlikely to draw ratings as high as Mr. Tall-Rich-And-Handsome and his gaggle of babbling admirers. I will readily admit to watching The Bachelor, but I don’t believe it can be considered Reality TV. Take a good look at The Osbournes. They may have been rich and famous before their reality series hit the boob tube, but at least their show is genuine. They deal with mouthy teenagers, dogs pooping on the carpet, a husband snoring on the sofa with the television blaring, noisy neighbors, nosy neighbors, even life-threatening illnesses. So when it comes to Reality TV, give me an episode of The Osbournes over The Bachelor any day. It may be vulgar, but at least it’s ****ing REAL!

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I never cared for any of those shows anyway.

Don't even get me going on these so-called "reality" shows.  And you're only covering the Bachelor garbage.

What I see on the original "Survivor" is a popularity contest.  Truthfully it's "Social Survivor".  Voting people OFF?  That's kind of the reverse of those of us who never got picked ON for the team w/the same result!