Who’s Calling? Oh, Hello London.
I’m semi-hooked on The Bachelor: London Calling. That’s right, I said it. In the past, I have avoided watching seasons of The Bachelor, but this year I had to tune in. First of all, he’s British. And, there is hardly anything else on. And, he’s British.
Does anyone else watch this show? What the hell is up with Shayne? Every episode is like her practicing a dramatic monologue. Worst part is, homegirl isn’t even a good actress. You can see right through her and what she is trying to pull. I’m thinking he is keeping her there because the producers are hoping she will make good tv. I like the way you can just read it on Matt’s face what he is thinking. He gives her the most incredulous looks but then he gives her the daggone rose anyway!
Oh my goodness, I need a life.
And then last week? The girl who talks like Mandy Moore (no offense Mandy) and is in love with her cat. She was nuts. Totally nuts. We should’ve all known something was up when she brought her clarinet into the party on the first night.
At least they’ve all stopped singing to try to impress him. The operatic “Summertime” was the last straw. Sometimes, watching The Bachelor is liking looking into the future and this week’s SNL skits. In fact, they don’t even need to parody them. Just air them, save money.
9 days until a new episode of The Office.
Posted on April 1st, 2008 by Lindsay
Filed under: MTV, Reality programming
I don’t know if I totally believe that you avoided watching all previous seasons of The Bachelor. Is that true?
You know what else always makes me feel like I’m watching SNL-waiting-to-happen? The McLaughlin Group. I don’t know why.
Ok, so maybe I watched a few episodes with Andrew Firestone. But it was only 3 at most.
“Chandler, are you being British?”
“No…not anymore.”