Imagine a nice peaceful drive you are taking. Perhaps alone. Perhaps with some loved ones. All of the sudden you can see that something lies ahead of you on the road, slightly off to the right. It just appears a dark mass at the moment, but as you get closer, you know that someone has hit something and left its remains there for you to so pleasantly drive past. You get closer and closer, and as you reach the spot of said animal’s demise, you try to look the other way, but something... something deep inside you, always makes you look.
You know its going to be disgusting, horrifying even maybe, but you cannot simply NOT LOOK.
This is what "The Bachelor" is to me.
Watching "The Bachelor" is the equivalent of driving past road kill and not being able to resist a peak despite the disgust that will inevitably rise within me.
Disgust such as when Corinne felt the need to take off her top at the pool party...
Disgust such as when Corinne interrupted others during the cocktail party...
Disgust such as when Corinne had the audacity to call another contestant “rude” for interrupting her time and attempting to “call her out”, her “speeches” on how the situation they are in inevitably will make things “weird”, how she repeatedly states that she is there “for Nick”, her over inflated ego and lips, and the fact that I am even writing about her after having watched it using “quotes.”
DISGUSTING!!!
No different than the rotting carcass along the side of the road. Can’t help but look at it.
What’s even worse is that her behavior was encouraged and applauded because she got the group date rose. I don’t blame the other girls for one second for questioning what it really is that Nick wants and for questioning if Nick is the type of guy that they would want as a potential husband.
He somewhat redeemed himself when he sent Liz home. She couldn’t get her story straight to save her life and the attention seeking, opportunity-to-be-with-Nick-misser, was sent packing. I’m guessing she didn’t see that one coming.
It’s just unfortunate that while Nick’s nose can pick up the bullshit Liz was selling, he can’t smell the rotting carcass that is Corinne.