Wow, what happened to the all the world travel the contestants on (and viewers of) "The Bachelor/ette" have come to know and love? They really kept it real (and cheap) this season, by limiting the majority of the shooting to the continental United States. Santa Fe, the Badlands, Arlington, Iowa? Pretty much the least colorful places in America. Could the producers have felt a sense of responsibility to keep the ladies' expectations in check, considering where the one lucky "winner" would eventually end up (i.e. Bumblefuck, USA)? Even the fantasy suite trip seemed a lot less glamorous than usual. Don't get us wrong, Bali looked cool and amazing -- we would enjoy seeing the old temples and the ways of rural village life ourselves. But it also looked damned hot and humid (poor Kaitlyn's hair looked like someone dumped a bowl of spaghetti over her head). And we would have been inclined to spend the entirety of our time in the fantasy suite checking Prince Farming for monkey lice. But maybe something can be said for dialing back the glam and giving contestants a better shot at falling in love (or not) with the person rather than the experience.
Since clearly, Chris was in the driver's seat of this love bus and all three ladies were just along for the ride this week (having all admitted to actively falling for him), the best love lessons to be gleaned from this episode seemed to be rules solely applicable to hetero bachelors:
- When a woman tells you she's a virgin, don't A) sigh, B) say "I knew it!" and C) equate their intact hymen with added value.