Tuesday, February 5, 2013

Betchy Bachelor Tuesday?: Part V and VI

Alright, everyone...here we go.

This week, I was overwhelmed with four whole hours of staring at Sean's Aryan self. So many women were sent home, so many tears were spilt, so much champagne was popped, and so many Doritos were eaten by Tierra.

We'll start with Monday's episode.

Chris Harrison comes on, as usual, telling these women what is up. He drops teh "two on one" date on all of us like a grenade. Then he tells everyone they're going to...Montana.



Woo.

Then they show Sean, and he is wearing a shirt, so you know this episode is going to be fucked from the very start. If I can't see Sean with his blue work out shorts on at least once a week, my week is not going to be very good.




So psycho-dumbass Lindsey gets the one-on-one to which we're all just sort of "who cares". They cut to her getting picked up in a helicopter, of course, some scenic views. She talks in her Disney Princess voice about how much she is falling for Sean and Sean talks, once again, about how he can't wait to find his wife and loves the outdoors. Basically, everything is repeating itself.

They sit under a moosehead together and drink some wine, talking about some irrelevant babble, then Sean's like "here I'm going to surprise you" and takes desperate Lindsey out back to watch some country artist sing her songs. As if that wasn't weird enough, they decide to post up on their own stage and the whole crowd is very "wtf" about it.

I didn't think concert dates could get repetitive, but somehow Sean even managed to do that.

Next, we have the group date. The girls who are chosen are told that they were going to be competing (what?!...weird!) in a redneck relay race in which they canoe down a river, slice wood, chuck hay, and milk a goat. Then someone from each team has to drink the milk straight from the teat. Chris really loves milking goats, as he describes it, you can just see the thrill on his face. Selma is cray cray and ready to go. Sarah, once again, must endure the stupidity of Sean's physical challenges. This time, she's much more "I can do this!" about it. Desiree drinks the goat teat milk and for the rest of the episode feels entitled to things.



If only life were that simple.

Selma, Sarah, Robyn, and Desiree win the challenge, I'm sorry...relay. And then they are allowed to go on a date with Sean. The others go home and whine about it the whole time. Robyn is so not pleased. Sean feels bad, of course, and invites all the girls out anyways.

So these betches are all drinking wine, pretending to like each other. Tierra, meanwhile, is back at the hotel journaling writing "I <3 SEAN" and "Mr. and Mrs. Sean Lowe" all over some notebook when she decides the normal thing to do would be to sneak up on the group date and give herself a leg up over Jackie for their two on one date the following day.



Sean's getting interviewed and Tierra pops up in the background like a psychopath. The absolute funniest thing about this scene is the music they are playing in the background. They literally make Tierra out to look like a serial killer. Which, maybe she is.



Tierra pulls Sean aside and he acts like he's not completely weirded out. She continues to talk about how sad she is about "time"...Tierra loves time and roses, just like the Queen of Hearts from Alice in Wonderland!

Sean goes back to his group date, feeling horny and desired as ever. Catherine comes up on him like a little minx. All of the girls seem to be getting all this alone time except for Daniella...but who is really shocked about this? No one.

Sean and Daniella finally get a minute together, in which she cries the whole time, therefore solidifying the fact that she will be receiving the pity rose. The pity rose is not a real thing, but I think it should be. The rest of it is so ridiculous, why shouldn't they have one?


We skip to the next day to the two on one date. Jackie and Tierra have a tension-filled car ride to some horse riding camp or some shit. It's so unbelievably awkward, even I am cringing. They arrive at the farm and Sean rides up on a white horse...being annoying and perfect. The three go on a horseback ride like "this 2 on 1 is fun!"....but not really. Sean requests a few minutes with Jackie, because, I mean, that hasn't happened yet...and Tierra actually monopolizes all of his time.

So Sean pulls Jackie aside and all they do is talk about Tierra. Jackie tells Sean none of the girls like her instead of saying anything about herself and Sean's all "DON'T TALK ABOUT  MY MUSE THAT WAY!"

I just kept thinking to myself, "Jesus, Jackie hasn't talked about her parents at all...this girl stands zero chance."

Of course, he gives the rose to Tierra. No one is surprised. Jackie goes home and everyone is really sad about it, especially the other girls, who absolutely despise Tierra at this point. But who doesn't?

The Rose Ceremony cocktail party happens and things get weird. Everyone's talking shit about Tierra. Robyn approaches the terrorist and Tierra begins freaking out, yelling at Robyn like the whiney little brat she is. Robyn just sits there like ....

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Meanwhile, Sean walks by.

But this doesn't stop him or make him question anything about Tierra. He just justifies it as Tierra having "emotional connection issues with girls because of the bad boyfriend she's had in the past"

UM HELLO.
We have all had bad boyfriends in the past! This is 21st century America. You find 1 guy in 50 that is a good guy. That is no reason for this to ruin your social skills and make you a raging lunatic who is obsessed with roses and mascara!



Sean, all of the sudden, is having a "rough week" because what he's doing is so hard and terrifying...please.

He sends "drama-causing" Robyn home.
Yup, she's the problem.

Anyways.

Tuesday night happens, and I'm almost out of wine for the week...but I go on, for you.

Suddenly, we're in Canada and I am still thinking we're in Montana.
I don't necessarily understand the point of changing to another ridiculous location that no one cares about, but whatever.



Sean continues to act like this is his biggest life mission, like what he's doing is so hard. I feel no sympathy for you, Sean. Really, I don't. I don't care how good of a guy you are. Nothing you say is going to make me go "Yeesh, his life is ROUGH."

The date card comes, Daniella is unreasonably expecting it, but it goes to peppy, nose-ring Catherine. Daniella makes the duck face. Catherine is pleased. We skip to Catherine standing in a blizzard on some glacier, completely alone..acting like Liam Neeson in The Grey. Sean shows up in the lame snow bus, even though we were totally all expecting a heli. I suppose I must applaud him for changing it up ever so slightly.



They both slip into some snow suits, making them look like teletubbies, and make snow angels in teh -15 degree weather. So that sounds like a whole lot of fun. All I keep thinking is how badly I wish they'd fall through the ice. Place Sean in any ridiculous weather situation, and he will show you how he can be a man about it. He claims, "This is what I want in a wife!" SOMEONE WHO CAN BRAVE ALL ELEMENTS?
Um, good luck.

I begin to realize this date, out of all the stupid ones, might be the most physically exhausting one of all. How much fun is it to play on a glacier? I'm not sure...but they really aren't making it look that great in those stupid outfits.



After the frolicking, they go into some igloo contraption from the Ice Capades and, SHOCK, drink some wine. Catherine talks about her life story, which is dramatic and kind of sad. Sean, meanwhile, is waiting for the rose to melt so that he can give it to her.
Once he does, he claims that she has "melted his heart" in this, icy, cold, arctic Tundra of Canada.

Anyways.
Next is the group date. I only can expect something physically and emotionally challenging as all the other group dates have been thusfar.

The girls all run to Sean on another glacier, because there isn't anything else to do in Canada apparently. AshLee runs ahead of all the others and her OCD self says, "I'M ALWAYS FIRST."
Alllllright.
Or should I say, "ALright."



Sean says they have another "exhilerating date" in store...to which we're all like "no shit"
They canoe again, which is absolutely annoying. Sarah is just like "REALLY, AGAIN WITH THIS SHIT, I HAVE ONE ARM SEAN." Lesley snags the canoe with Sean and the other girls try not to plot her death by drowning.
When they're done with that madness, Sean informs them the physicality of this date is not yet over and they will be jumping in the below freezing water in their bikinis performing the classic "polar bear" date.

Some girls are very surprisingly, "hell yeah" about, while the more logical girls like Selma are peacing the fuck out. Lindsey's already lost so many brain cells that she is actually thrilled about the prospect of jumping into a melting plate of  ice with no wetsuit. I just think to myself how anyone could be married to this man! His dates are so nuts, marrying him would be physically exhausting! I wouldn't mind being sexually exhausted, but physically exhausted? Nope. No thank you.



So all the girls jump in, except Selma. They all say they "LOVED IT"...okay.

Tierra has a hypothermic episode like a pussy. Or at least, she acts like Rose from the Titanic while she's on the door floating in the midst of the freezing Atlantic. Really, she's a very good actress, with the mascara running down her eyes and the mad "shaking hands". Her first words are, of course, "I missed time with him."
TIME, TIME, TIME...TIERRA LOVES TIME.

Desiree, meanwhile, is pretending to be very worried back in the hotel with Catherine as they watch the ambulance take Tierra off. She says, "it makes me wonder how the other girls are!" then the camera immediately cuts to the remaining polar bear girls running through the hotel, laughing, and frolicking because they DGAF about Tierra's episode.

Neither do we though.

Tierra gets back and is lying in bed with oxygen attached to her face.
Sean comes in bed with her and she loves it.
She once again tells him how she wishes she had more time with him and wants to marry him. Same story, different night.



Lesley gets some alone time with Sean on the date and becomes irritating when she claims, "I love love." Sean just says the same thing he says to everyone, "I appreciate you, I love your spirit."
What the fuck does that even mean?
Where is my rose, douche?"

Sean takes Sarah aside and they talk for a bit. She shows him pictures of her from her childhood and talks about her parents, like every other girl talked about before her. Sean talks about how connected he feels with Sarah.

Meanwhile, the girls are in the other room talking shit about Tierra. Then the bitch walks in after a hypothermic episode. They all shut the fuck up like she was doing the walk of shame into a sorority house after a hook up from the night before.

Then Lindsey gets some time with Sean and claims they should actually talk instead of kiss. Sean doesn't seem to love what she has to say though. But who really does? Talking to desperate Lindsey seems like talking to a pile of bricks. At one point, she solidifies her complete desperation and tells Sean the most interesting thing about her is that she sleeps naked.
Sigh. (files nails) bitch, we all do that. It doesn't make you sexy.
Sean has had enough talking and awkwardly sucks her lips again. They spend about 85% of their time making out and the other 15% of time, Lindsey is "woo!"-ing.

The night ends. Sean gives the rose to Lesley annoyingly. Tierra says she is not happy because she says she deserved the rose...so that happened...again.
Just because you almost died doesn't mean you deserve the pity rose.
That is reserved for Daniella.

Anyways.
Suddenly Sean has a revelation and decides he can no longer lie to one of the girls and that he must send her home tonight before the rose ceremony. He commences to pull Sarah into the other room. Literally, right after he was talking about how much he enjoys and respects her as a person, and how he feels connected, he changes his mind and sends her ass packing.
WHAT THE HELL?!
Sean chooses Tierra over...Sarah. THAT MAKES SENSE...NOT REALLY.
Everyone is allowed to talk about their family with Sean, Sean is allowed to talk incessently about his family, but when Sarah shows him some pics of herself, HE FREAKS A LEAK and sends her home.
NO.
Not cool, Sean.
I mean, I get not wanting to embarasss her and send her home during the rose ceremony...but jeesh, did he lead her on the whole time, or what?!



Despite this, the episode, nevertheless must continue.

Sean goes on his one-on-one with Desiree...or as he likes to call her "Dez". This is their second one-on-one, which is kind of weird to me. However, Sean is a fan of repitition, it seems. So they go on this date and to me it's just boring and not cute at all.
Sean decides to switch it up and instead of climbing UP something they are going to climb DOWN something...woot woot. The thrill.
Dez is freaking out, probably because her jeans might split from being so damn tight on her. She doesn't want to do it, and I don't blame her.
Eventually, they finally do the damn thing then they sit and have wine by a campfire or something. Sean wears a delightfully ugly sweater and she talks about her struggles and tells Sean she's had to live in a tent for four months before.
I'm surprised he didn't respond: "SO YOU'RE OUTDOORSY?! I LOVE THE OUTDOORS!"
She says that "money doesn't matter to me" to which I roll my eyes. Money matters to everyone. Dez is a fashion designer, which is actually one of the most materialistic industries out there, so don't give me that "I don't like money" bull shit. You do. we all do.



Finally, the stupid rose ceremony happens. At this point, we're all wasted and ready for the night to be over. Chris Harrison shows up finally, and let's us all know that tonight more women will be sent home. Cool. thank God. Because Sean needs to find a wife...like asap.

The night consists of Lindsey speaking uselessly, the girls pouring their emotional baggage all over Sean some more, AshLee giving Sean complete control over her using a blindfold (S&M..rawr)..so that was very "wtf", and Selma handing over her moral card. She decides that because she refused to jump into a freezing cold lake for love, that she would give up her beliefs of not kissing a person on national TV, and she decides to kiss Sean. What a saint, those double D's popping out of your dress scream "virgin" to me. This doesn't prevent him from sending her ass home though, too. The rose ceremony commences and half the girls are already safe. It comes down to Tierra, Daniella, and Selma. I know for a fact he won't be sending Tierra home because he's so blinded by her "amazingness" (but can we just talk about that outfit? she's wearing a skanky dress with an infinity scarf that is not even wrapped correctly around her...what kind of dumb ass can't work an infinity scarf? aren't you female? Dez, can you help her out, Miss. Fashionista?) So Daniella and Selma are sent packing. Daniella's face, of course, becomes contorted and duck-like, she cries like she actually stood a chance, even though she's talked to Sean twice the whole time..(like how has she even made it this far?)



Selma leaving was a bit more of a shocker considering she is literally the most beautiful woman there and also the most sensical.

Whatever, Sean.
Whatever.

All I have to say is if I had to go a week without The Bachelor, I think I'd be okay.
Because that...was overkill.



Until next time,

Kaitie
xo

P.S. Also, I didn't spell check/revise this one...so if you find mistakes, don't hate me.






Monday, January 28, 2013

Betchy Bachelor Monday: Part IV

Time to get betchy with it.

Episode #4 starts off as usual: me with a glass of wine, Chris Harrison updating us all that Sean is looking for a wife (in a disgusting purple shirt), and Sean without a shirt at all, working out in his one pair of blue shorts.


"Another day being me...damn it's rough."

They waste no time getting Sean shirtless, just as they waste no time getting the first date card out and the episode starts getting real and ready. Bachelor Sean picks Selma, who is definitely the most naturally beautiful girl there.

Leslie then begins to cry like a weirdo, so that happens again..



So Selma finally catches on to all of these other bitch's dates...all of which have been entirely too athletic for my liking...and wears workout clothes and little to no makeup. For that, I say: Kudos Selma. We love you.

                                                                 
Casually being Selma

Selma is an actual person and Sean takes her on this private jet, making her think the date will be classy and amazing...but oh, no. Sean continues to make everyone uncomfortable and takes Selma to the DESERT. If he took Amanda, I'm almost positive her hair would've been out of control, so this is a good thing.

                                                              

There's some useless commentary as usual in which Sean talks about how he wants a wife and Selma talks about finding her prince charming. Just some blah blah bull shit. Sean drives them off in this yellow Jeep, making us all eat his dust.

Sean once again tells us how he's "an outdoorsy guy" like we didn't already fucking guess that.

Then Sean's says, "Alright, Selma, we're going to climb Pride Rock" and the lovable, city-girl Selma, like myself, basically says "fuck no". But, of course, she doesn't.
So they start climbing and of course, Sean takes up the rear to get a good view. Selma is leading the way, A PERSON WHO HAS NEVER CLIMBED BEFORE AND RARELY WEARS ATHLETIC SHOES. (a girl of my own heart)

I begin to realize this is actually theh beginning of 127 Hours and soon Sean will fall and Selma will have to cut off her own arm. Making it weird.

                                       
"GET ME OFF THIS DATE"

Sean tells her (Direct Quote): "Your form looks unbelievable" as he lecherously stares at her ass. Then he says, "That helmet looks cute on you"...then, "I have a boner" and Selma must be concerned with not only falling, the fear of maybe having to cut her own arm off, but now Sean forcing himself on her on the side of Pride Rock!

                                                  
Sean thinks he's Simba

LIKE, WHAT IS HAPPENING.

So they finally get the top and spend about 6 seconds staring off into the distance before Sean goes, "alright let's go get dinner" then they cut to a commercial break and we don't even get to see the best part...them getting down from the cliff.

Anyways.

The boring part of the night commences and Sean wraps Selma around himself as they drink champagne. Selma looks like, at any moment, she could fall asleep.

To which Sean says, "You fall hard, I can tell"



WHAT?!
If that were me, I'd sit my ass up, give him my betch look and go, "Excuse me? STFU."
Sean is easily the most unnatural person in the world and so cheesy/corny/and cocky. I actually can no longer believe anything about this show.

Selma tells Sean she doesn't believe in kissing on national TV, which is interesting to say the least...
-__-

Sean then proceeds to GET EVEN CREEPIER and keeps kissinng the top of her head and rubbing her arm/leg like a creepy, single ex-high school teacher you'd see at the bar when you go back home for visits.
Needless to say, he gives her the rose.

We go to commercial break and ask what happens if he says he loves them, to which all four of my Bachelor Spirit Guides guffaw, "He NEVER is allowed to say it."
To which I say, "They're not ALLOWED to say 'I love you'?"
"That's exactly right, the girls are allowed to say it, but he's not."
I mean, honestly, I don't think anyone should be saying it becaue it's completely ludicrous to tell someone you love them in this type of situation!

Alright, so next the group date card-invite comes and of course, it's more sports...further proving I wouldn't fit in on a show like this. (can't they just go out drinking or something?)

So the girls go to their down and dirty date and find out it's a freaking roller derby which is the most intense female sport I know of besides figure skating and competitive cheerleading. It's so betchy, I cannot handle. Sean, once again, divides them into teams and makes them compete for his affections. We also learn that he not only requires his girls to be adventurous, good at taking practical jokes, able to break world records with him, and playing competitive "volleyball" (if you can call what they were doing a sport..), but they also have to be sassy roller skating girls now?!
What...a...nightmare.



He says, "Amanda and Tierra (I'm spelling it right this week!!) will be the toughest, I can feel," to which I say...UM YEAH BECAUSE THEY'RE BOTH CLINICALLY PSYCHOTIC. Those women would jump at the chance to side swipe/elbow attack another woman.

Robyn, the girl who fell on her ass in front of Sean when she first walked out of the limo, of course is super uncoordinated and hanging onto the sidebar. I had harsh flashbacks to gradeschool when my mom forced me to go to my friend's birthday parties at the RollerEna and I would just skate on the carpet while holding onto the wall while I watched all of the other girls do fun moves and stuff to songs like "Spice Up Your Life".



Meanwhile, poor Sarah is struggling. I love Sarah. She and AshLee with a big L, seem like the only two genuinely okay people on the show. Sarah is having a hard time keeping balance and skating considering she only has one arm. WHY THE FUCK WOULD SEAN PICK HER TO GO ON THIS DATE??? WHAT IS HIS PROBLEM!?
Like, come on...
So anyways, she begins crying and when she cries, I cry, so that's problematic considering I don't actually know her. AshLee talks to Sarah while the other girls "practice".
Sean goes over and tells Sarah he believes in her or some bull shit like that.
Spirit-Guide Rebekah comments: "If that were Tierra, he'd be caressing her leg creepily," which is just so true.

While practicing, Amanda accidentally puts a hex aimed towards Lindsey on herself and falls chin first on the floor. I don't feel bad for her at all though because she was acting like this roller derby professional. Just because you're a witch, doesn't mean you can acquire athletic talent. She hurts her jaw, to which I say: "How can you hurt that monster, witch jaw???" Seriously, her mouth is huge.

                                                 

Sean decides this is getting too serious so he just makes it a "free skate" which is also my worst nightmare. After they skate around like 10 year olds, Sean takes them clubbing in some purple building. Things get weird on the rooftop.

Lindsey reaches her full desperation point, even though I thought she reached it weeks ago...and puts on a bikini to go hot tubbing.

Meanwhile, Tierra goes completely bonkers and bitches out all the girls, including AshLee and Robyn who are basically innocent bystanders. She goes off, "crying", to Sean. Creepily hunched in a corner, she waits for him to come out. When he does, she monopolizes all the time, continues to obsess over their time together, then expresses her "Fears and Concerns" about the other girls. Instead of kicking her ass to the curb like he did to Kacie when she did the exact same thing, Sean proceeds to give Tierra the fucking rose. Tierra gives this evil grin right into the camera and I am absolutely obsessed with her game skills.

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She just loves roses so much.
They're her favorite flower.

 "I'M HERE FOR A ROSE."

Not to mention she's dressed like a cheap cocktail waitress.

They start kissing in the dark for a solid minute, to which no one can see anything and I feel like this is Zero Dark Thirty or something.

Amanda, the witch gets some alone time with Sean after her incident and shoves her chin in his face, telling him about her struggle. He basically looks at her and says, "I can't see shit..." then she goes, "no look, closer! feel this!"
So Sean looks closer at the chin, "oh yeah..I do see a bump..."
That's not a bump.
It's a boil.
She is a witch.



Finally, that stupid date ends.

Next one-on-one date goes to crying, Poker Dealer, Leslie, who is suddenly very pleased. With her invite card, she also gets a set of diamond earrings which I think is extremely weird. As soon as she opened the box, Bachelor Spirit Guide Haley says, "there is no way he's giving her a rose...she's going home."
Sean picks Leslie up and it becomes very clear they are the worst match ever. She's like a foot taller than him, first of all, and secondly, he just is clearly not into her.

He takes her to Rodeo Drive and lets her shop around for ugly clothes. Sean and Leslie both reference Pretty Woman frequently...which I'm pretty sure is kind of insulting.



Does Leslie not realize she is being compared to a cheap hooker? All Julia Roberts aside, at the end of the day, she was a hooker.

 <-- And she will be, too, in about 11 years.

So Sean acts like a sugar daddy and lets Leslie pick out this hideous bridesmaid dress basically. Then they go into Neil Lane and she picks out this $1 million dollar necklace or something which looks like Jasmine's necklace in Aladin and doesn't match her dress at all. Maybe if he went to Kay, he could've gotten a kiss.

After spending what could be 2.5 mil on the hooker, Sean takes Leslie to dinner in some warehouse. The first thing he asks her is to tell him about all of her past relationships. (what a fucking nightmare..) She continues to horse laugh and be annoying.

He ends the date by telling her that he can't give her a rose, after she spilled her entire romantic woes to him about her past relationships/parent's divorce.
Seriously, Sean, you are the definition of a prick.

He sends her home, but not before awkwardly taking off the necklace worth millions...which is uncomfortable for all.

Then Sean goes back into the restaurant alone, acting like he's all sad and depressed about it even though Leslie was basically irrelevant the entire time...while some weirdo guy is playing guitar in the corner. It's all getting very weird for me. But, wait, things get stranger, Sean drops the rose poetically onto an air shaft. The petals fall off in an epic way and they cut to commercial.

BOOM.


SO SYMBOLIC...

Alright. The climax of the night...the cocktail, pre-rose party. Robyn gets awkward as usual and asks Sean if he wants the chocolate.
ooOOOOoooh!...my.

Meanwhile, Tierra is up to her own tricks. She takes Robyn and Jackie (who the fuck is Jackie, right?) aside and "apologizes" to them, then demands that they also apologize to her. At this point...we're all just so exhausted from Tierra.

Catherine, another irrelevant, comes out of nowhere like the Tazmanian Devil and forces herself on Sean with her little nose stud, and is all, "here take this note from my thigh!" proceeding to let him take a piece of paper with lip marks on it. (little does Sean know that those lip marks are actually Chris Harrison's)

ROSE CEREMONY...HERE WE GO. wooooo!!!!

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Catherine gets the first rose because Sean literally still  had her saliva taste in his mouth. He continues to hand out roses left and right, leaving Daniella and Amanda till the end.

My spirit guides and I are so sure Amanda is going to get it.

We're like "PEACE OUT DANIELLA AND YOUR DUCK FACE!" (seriously, everytime the camera cuts to her, her lips are quirked to the side).




But no.

Sean gives the rose to Daniella (who surprisingly still exists)--who I think is more shocked than anyone. As she should be. I don't think she even talks to Sean...? She's literally there for sassy commentary and duck faces.

So Amanda leaves and we're like "BETCH, BYEEEE!"

They show Amanda leave in her emotional flapper outfit. Her hexes didn't work apparently, and Sean has told her to hit the road.

The girls later discover that Amanda, indeed, left her veneers behind.

The episode ends with an outtake of Sean completely losing his man card on his date with Selma as he cannot figure out how to drive the Jeep. Selma is laughing hysterically, as she should. She finally points out to him that the e-brake is on.

My 16 year old sister who just learned how to drive knows that, Sean.
Way....to....go.



Anyways, next week is a 2 night episode, and I just don't think I can take two nights in a row of heavily drinking like this...but I honestly need to to get through this dumb ass show.



The moral of the story tonight that I found alarming and troubling is this: both Amanda and Leslie talked about how they wish they had more time to basically "prove themselves" to Sean.

Um...hold on.

You should never, in life, have to prove yourself to any man.
Don't be a pathetic excuse for a woman.
Believe what you believe, show who you are, and if he doesn't like it...then fuck him.
Constantly trying to prove your worth to someone doesn't lead to love, it leads to a lie. And lies get messy, lots of webs, and all that stuff.

Just ask Manti Te'o.



Wait...
TE'O FOR THE NEXT BACHELOR.

Until next time,

Kaitie
xo
(P.S. I didn't proofread this and I'm kinda drunk, so don't judge, y'all)


Also....



Tierra <3's Doritos

Thank you Spirit Guide Emily for the photos!

Thursday, January 24, 2013

Problematics: A Thursday Blog

Hello, all.

Tonight I'll be writing in the 'courier' font because I just feel like it. Also, I'm going to do my best not to curse in this blog. We shall see how long it lasts.

I just wanted to diverge away from The Bachelor for a night. I know, you're all very heartbroken.

I just want to talk about a few things I find troubling and see if I'm the only one.

Celeb Crushes Destroying Relationships

I'm not sure how I feel about this, which is perhaps why I'm writing about it. I just simply have not much reasoning on this one. What I find problematic about this is the following:
Women are allowed to talk about hot celebrity males as much as they want, BUT if the tables are turned and the boyfriend says how he thinks a female celebrity is hot, the girlfriend gets angry.
I'm not saying this is with all cases, but I find that it happens a lot.
Women can drool all over Channing Tatum, Bradley Cooper, Ryan Gosling, and in my case, Thorin the dwarf. Their boyfriends cannot say anything. All that happens is occassionally the man's jaw will tighten and he'll roll his eyes.
HOWEVER.
When a man is watching some irrelevant action movie and claims Jessica Biel is hot, the girlfriend becomes deeply offended.

"Really? Her? She's ugly!"
"Megan Fox looks like an old woman..."
"Carrie Underwood is so fake, how can you like her?"
"Yeah, she's pretty I guess, except for her yellow teeth."
"Rihanna is a whore. If you're into whores...then whatever, I guess."
or my favorite...
"Well, why don't you go date her then?" -storms off, slams door-

OBVIOUSLY nothing about any of these situations is realistc. None of us gals will ever get Mark Wahlberg (circa 1996) to fall in love with us, just like no guy is going to snag Emma Stone while getting a drink at BW3's on a Thursday night out with the 'dudes'.

I just want to know what the reason is for this. If anyone has an answer, let me know.

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"Would you have sex with her...WOULD YOU?"

The "I Want to Marry Rich" Girl

Now, before I begin I just want to state that although I consider myself a mindful and aware person, as well as a feminist, I just want to say that I am in no way "hating" on women who want to just marry rich and enjoy life easily. That's fine. At least these women admit that they have no career ambitions and just want to get married.
Fine! Do it!
If that is what empowers you, then I'm glad you found it.
However, in my experience...(NOT IN ANY WAY SAYING EVERY GIRL WHO SAYS THIS IS LIKE THIS) the girls who MOSTLY say this "I am just in college to meet a guy, I just want to marry rich and live happily/comfortably" (or something to this variation) are the same girls who go to college dive bars every weekend and end up going home and blowing some freshman frat guy.
Alright...
If you are trying to find a rich husband, my first piece of advice is to stop dating/fucking (woops, I swore.) people who are younger than you and in most cases people your own age.
You are going to need to up the ante and go to a bar where drinks are more than $3 each.
Also, you might need to invest in something classier than a zebra sparkle top you got off the Express clearance rack.
Then, you are going to have to accept the fact that you will have to most likely look for someone with a receding hairline or is at least 28-35 years old. With the exclusion of attractive doctors--they are not looking for serious relationships, they know they are attractive and will screw as many girls as they can before they reach past their prime.
Also, you're going to have to learn to talk about other things besides drinking, partying, your major, college classes, and whatever you read on E!Online, or your Gender Studies text book.
Once again, I am in no way condemning this idea of finding a rich husband. KUDOS to you. BUT, ladies, be smart about it. There is no time to be wasted...the clock is ticking. You'll be graduating soon and you won't want to have to look for a job.

                                              


Yoda

What is he? Species wise..? I need to know. Thanks.

                                                 
This is not Hugh Hefner. 


Delivery Fees

Are they tips? Does this $7 salad I just bought have to turn into an $11 one because of tip/delivery fee?

               
"Fuck it, here's a five."

Benches Without Backs

This seems cruel to me. How can I rest here? I might as well sit on the floor.

                                                  

Neck Scarves

Are we french? Is this 1962? Then I don't understand. Every time someone wears one of these, I just want to hand them a beret and a baguette.

                                                     

         


Ice Skating

Who thought of getting a steel blade, attaching it to a shoe, then trying to balance on frozen water and do twirls originally?
For the record, I am a freak and unAmerican and do not find ice-skating fun or pleasing. Feeling the cold sweat, uncoordinated, and like at any moment I can lose all control over my body is not something I am fond of. Like my worst sexual nightmare.
Then the whole ankle sore thing afterwards and how many people have used those rental skates with their sweaty sock feet..?
I just...I can't.
Does anyone else feel this way about ice skating or am I alone? I feel alone so often.

                                                 

Loud Talking Nerds

I'd like to state for the record that I consider myself pretty nerdy, but in like an "awkward-I-like-Harry-Potter-and-quote-Tolkien-daily" kind of nerd. Not the kind that will scream-argue with someone about Norse gods at a bus stop...in public, with various people around.
Have you ever noticed how some of the nerdiest people are also some of the loudest and most obnoxious?
And it wouldn't be so bad if they were nice people.
For example, I say how I only like plot-centered video games as opposed to ones where zombies come out and kill me (I don't like being surprised) and I get this judgemental smirk from Super-Dork over here like "So you've never played Halo?" in the most judgemental tone. Or when I ask someone whether they'd choose Batman or Wolverine first to save them and they get all condescending and say something like, "Well they're completely different realms of heroes..."
Or my favorite is trying to give my Skyrim character cute hair and my sister rolls her eyes, asking if I will ever stop designing characters and just play already.
Then I feel like I just don't belong.
I'm not cool enough.
But I'm not cool enough for cool people either.
I don't fit in anywhere.
Here I am...blogging about my sad life...

Loud Mean Super Dork:

Me:



Forever 21's Return Policy

I hate it and I just want it to change. Who wants to riot with me?



Hashtagging Everything

Hashtagging in general I find very strange. When people hashtag completely irrelevant things is when I get very confused.
Like:
"Single and ready to mingle! #lovingit #idontneedyou #yourpeniswassmallanyways #drunk"
or:
"Working out #legday #toomanywaffleslastnight #protein #pumped"
or:
"Having a lazy day, here is a pic of my slippers http://instagram #lounging #relaxation #nofilter" (why would you NEED to filter your slippers? I thought we only filtered our disgusting pale faces to make us look tanner..?)
or:
"It's snowing! #babyitscoldoutside #cuddlingweather #hotcocoa #winterwonderland"

JUST STOP. I DON'T GET IT.



Claire Danes' Facial Expressions

How does she do it?



People who Shipped Rachel/Joey

What..? #rachelandross4eva



Wax Lips/Bottles

I just don't feel comfortable consuming these..



Justin Bieber

What is he? Species wise..? I need to know. Thanks.




That's all for tonight.

Hope you liked, if not...well, get over yourself.

Until next time (Bachelor Monday),

Kaitie
xo

Also....

Some wise words from Justin Bobby