These reality shows send the same message: no matter how much you dress us up or how much money we may have, underneath it all for every woman of color is a finger-pointing, profanity-using stereotype ready to solve any dispute with physical violence because that's how we "keep it real."
Fanciful Monday nights with friends and popcorn are long gone. I increasingly find myself screaming at my television like a crazed contestant. It's bad enough that we've had to watch the women whittle away over the years, but the show reinforces more than physical stereotypes.
Confession time: I watched The Bachelor... and I liked it. I've been hopelessly and unfortunately trapped in the series' web of tears, overly-earnest declarations of love and tacky dresses -- and I'm far from alone.
Watching all this is lurid in a rubbernecking way. It engages a part of my brain that seems to like the base stimulation without much thinking. No lousy plots to follow. No bad acting. Just a fun-house mirror version of life.
Some men have very strong stereotypes about women that keep them from wanting to get into a relationship with, or commit to, us. Well, in calling upon my knowledge of Vienna, I could see exactly why men have those fears.