Trying To Figure Out The Bachelor

Laura’s likely to weigh in on this later, but I tore away from O’Reilly and Hannity last night long enough to catch The Bachelor “reality” show, where Melissa, the Dallas contestant, is in the finals to win the hand (or some part) of Jason. This show is a Hefnerian Everyman’s fantasy; are women seriously into it? Two observations: The bachelor is super-slick and obviously not to be trusted; when the surviving beauties tell him they “love” him, he just sort of smiles and mumbles. Then, he gets to pork spend a night in the “Fantasy Suite” with not just one, but all three of the ladies (separately). Now, each of these gals has got to know that if he spent the night with her, he likely did so with the others too–don’t they? But when our hero gives one of the lovelies the old heave-ho, she’s torn up because she thought they had the “real thing” going on? Gotta be a script.