-or- desperation for attention
Last night my wife turned on "The Bachelor". It is one of those shows that we have watched in the past in occasion out of some sort of sick fascination. It is like watching a train wreck, that twisted, macabre attraction that pulls you in. You know you should turn away, you want to turn away, you feel dirty watching it. But you can't.
*shudder*
As the end of the episode was drawing near I noticed something that set me back a bit. Perhaps it was because I hadn't really thought about it that much, hadn't really watched or paid attention. But as roses were being handed out there they were. In the crowd some of the women were tearing up. There were even one or two that truly looked like they were going to lose it. This shocked me, to be honest. Why?
Simple. These women hardly know this guy.
And yet there they were, losing it over the prospect of getting sent home. So what was it these women really wanted? I just don't see how it could have been the Bachelor. Surely these women aren't so screwed up that this bozo is their last and only chance. Who knows, maybe they have hideous, horrendously hairy warts all over every square inch of their bodies that are covered. I don't know. All I do know is those women who were crying weren't crying because they were going to miss out on "true love".
They were crying because and early exit meant less air time.
Perhaps some of them actually do develop feelings for the dude with the girly hair by the time the show is over. But I think the true love that most of them are seeking is rests in their chance to be immortalized. Even if it is as "that one psycho chic". Tears flow as they see their 15 minutes slipping away. Fame will never come to those who are cast off early on. They don't have a chance to build up a fan base, to establish their name or their persona. Perhaps they see an early exit as nothing more than one embarrassing episode.
To be fair, I think it would be a blast to be on TV. I just hope I wouldn't lose control after the first episode.