Bachelor Week 2 Preview

It’s not often that The Bachelor is compared to an ebullient provincial French stew… In fact, this might be the first time. Regardless, as the week has progressed and the time removed from the mayhem of Monday night has increased, I find the comparison rather suitable, if not idéal. Julia Child fondly referred to Beef Bourguignon as “certainly one of the most delicious dishes ever concocted by man” and the position of The Bachelor at the apex of human achievement on the small screen renders one immediate consistency with the magnum opus of French cooking. The similarities do not end with their purity of pedigree… Both stew and show have bold, brash characters complemented by subtle and mysterious side plots; and give the Burgundian piece de resistance an opportunity to marinate in its own juices for a few days and the flavor is amplified, just as The Bachelor’s intricate plotlines, it’s searing dialogue and it’s humble, horny humanity require several days of reflection to fully digest and appreciate. Three days have come and gone, and as a fine bag of Franzia Cabernet Sauvignon refines over its three-day maturation period, so have some of my thoughts about the events of Monday night and the future prospects of our eligible bachelorettes.

Let’s jump in…

The first rose ceremony always concludes in somewhat of a Pyrrhic victory for the Bachelor in question… Peter succeeded in narrowing down the playing field of ogling ladies to 23 and is theoretically closer to finding his soulmate, however, just as Pyrrhus discovered in victory over the Romans at Asculum in 279 BC, the losses sustained were immense and the additional clarity/blurry next steps did not justify such cavalier and injurious actions. Pyrrhus was contending with the might of the Roman Empire. All Peter had to do was toss a rose in Kylie’s direction and calamity could have been avoided. In my humble opinion, losing Kylie is tantamount to defeat. Yes, I know it’s a TV show predicated on week-to-week elimination and it’s unrealistic for all of the girls to get a fair bite at the apple at the start, but c’mon, this is Kylie we’re talking about… She planted the seed, tended to the sapling, nurtured the tree, saw her arboreal baby survive harsh winters, gale-force winds and arid summers with the sole intent of plucking a perfect apple from its branch and bringing it to Peter. At least give her a goddamn bite! The Salem Witches were afforded more due process.

 (cute right?)

Onto a slightly less partisan reflection… I think we can all agree that the airplane-related tasks conducted by the badass, if a little Trunchbullian, air force lady were fucking awesome. Personally, I would have been perfectly happy with the entire episode comprising clips of the poor girls battling against the mega fans, however I appreciate that it doesn’t do much in the way of nurturing narratives. Let’s just pray we don’t have to endure any more mathematical showdowns this upcoming week… Don’t get me wrong, it was highly enjoyable watching fully grown women flounder in the face of the speed, distance, time equation, however, my initial laughter at the puzzled looking faces of the contestants was quickly assuaged when I realized that I too was unable to correctly answer the simple third grade math problem. If you were one of those obnoxious young students who asked their math teachers questions like: “when are we ever going to use the Pythagorean Theorem in real life?”, I hope you were watching the Bachelor and had your brain twisted into a mental pretzel by the harsh reality of your current mathematical incompetence. Who knows, next week the contestants might be forced to buy 274 watermelons and distribute them in the ratio 5:3:2 to Dave, Bob and Steve? Bet you wish you had done the extra-credit ratios assignment now! Regardless, last week was one for the third grade math teachers out there. Bless up Miss Catheral (and thanks again for naming your son after me. I hope he’s doing well and not writing reality television blogs.) 

Another aspect of the airport testing I enjoyed immensely was seeing the young ladies overshoot the number of feet in a mile by factors of ten. My only explanation for this inflation affliction was that their distance measures had been calibrated by insecure ex-boyfriends who had made a habit of overestimating the size of their manhood… Leave it to Python, ahem, I mean, Pilot Pete to have the number of feet in a mile absolutely on the button!

The dinner scenes are some of my least favorite in The Bachelor… It is as if the producers are playing the popular Lil Wayne refrain “We eat each other whenever we at the dinner table” on loop in the green room beforehand to sow the seeds of sexual desire, because invariably the Bachelor and his dolled-up dinner (they don’t actually eat on the show apparently, just get unconscionably drunk) start sucking each other’s faces about 30 seconds into the meal. Certainly the participants seem to be Hell Yeahing and Fuckin’ Righting during the process, but could they not take a leaf out of Drake’s book and take the sushi to go (tell them don’t even plate it) and spare us the on-screen shenanigans?

Three things to watch for next week…

Oh no Hannah Baby what is you doing?

As I have made abundantly clear in the past, I like Hannah B, but she’s simply got to go. Perhaps her exploration of the eligible bachelor pool post-Peter has left her severely disappointed, but she shouldn’t be allowed to cannibalize Peter’s noble and pure pursuit of true love. According to incredibly reputable and reliable medical sources, windmills cause cancer, and that’s exactly what Hannah B is becoming on this season.

Anyone who knows me well understands my unconditional love for Jake Owen and his body of work. Weird brag, but I went on a camping trip in the Poconos and saw his concert at Mount Airy Casino not a big deal. I digress… He wrote a song, no, more of a diss track, about Alabama Hannah. I’m going to leave it here, safe in the knowledge that her impropriety is not going unnoticed by those with larger platforms than my own.

The Victorias’ secrets unravel

Victoria P is foxy. Not in the Foxy-Knoxy-murder-your-roommate-with-the-kitchen-knife foxy, but I get the feeling that she’ll be digging through trash cans looking for receipts on her competitors before next week’s episode is done. Expect some fireworks from this one.

It turns out Victoria F’s secret is that she cries relentlessly. Tough secret to hide when the Bachelor house is second only in cameras per square foot to Kim Kardashian’s bedroom circa 2007…

Wheat from the chaff

During The Bachelor, we hold just one truth to be self-evident: that NOT all women are created equal. There are 6-8 girls who really have a shot at this thing now that Kylie is gone… I anticipate the gulf between the frontrunners and the field only growing in the forthcoming episode. They received lots of positive buzz in the first episode but don’t be surprised if Madi, Kelley and Hannah Anne continue to make inroads into Peter’s vulnerable heart.

Happy watching people!

7 thoughts on “Bachelor Week 2 Preview

  1. Glad to see the bright young minds of our generation dedicating themselves to something as useful as painting lessons from the blind.


  2. Oliver,

    A couple of thoughts. First off, I have told you many times that I did not name my son after you. It’s a family name. Please, please stop telling people that as little ollie is getting teased at school. Secondly, I seem to recall your going home sick with a “tummy ache” every afternoon during the ratios unit. I cannot in good conscience let your blog readers believe that you correctly answered any of the questions on the show. You barely made it to fourth grade math. And lastly, Beef Bourguignon the magnum opus of French cooking? Coq au vin, Bouillabaisse, Cassoulet…. consider me astounded.

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  3. Dear Ollie,

    First, I would be remiss if I did not convey the enjoyment your writing gives me and my admiration for the thoughtful, yet comedically direct review This piece makes it clear to me that you are both gifted with superb literary abilities and cursed with a distinct, and, if truth be told, rather depressing, lack of purpose in your life. Concern for your well-being aside, I would like to offer my feedback on your review.

    French Stew: Tease Me Before You Stuff Me
    While I appreciate a thick and comforting French stew, I find your parallel to this episode somewhat incorrect. The episode is most certainly a liquid-based dish, I make no argument here. A spicy and armotically rich Indian curry is a more apt metaphor. A French stew has robust body that must be eaten to be fully enjoyed and understood.  Episode 2 is a tease, a tickle, a devious wink of what will come; the physical manifestations of the aromatically inviting and intriguing Indian curry. I urge you to watch each episode not a finished meal but as the ingredients added deftly here and delicately there to create Bachelor the people know and love. 

    Pyrrhus: One Moment Doesn’t Make a Season
    In considering the loss of Kylie, again, I again find your metaphor lacking. Pyrrhus of Epirus’s battle with the Romans is too stagnant to properly evaluate Peter’s actions and to a greater extent the arc of the Bachelor. Chaos is intended and calamity is inevitable. The Bachelor, as is life, is Napoleon’s march to Moscow. At the start, a grand adventure to display irrefutable and unconquerable power that ultimately taught us the lesson – humanity cannot shape the world to their will if their ego and hubris blinds them to the will of its own nature. Kylie was that hubris and ego, thus she was the first to lose. 

    Wheat from the Chaff: A Case Study in Darwinism
    Again, let’s visit the world of allegories and metaphors. The Bachelor is nothing more than a case study in Darwinism, which is the common thread through my first two points to this one. The tiniest of actions, words, looks, and questions tease life into each character (like ingredients in curry), who in turn, contribute their own bits and pieces to the episode, and the episodes to the season. This is where and how the building blocks of life are found and created – this is where evolution begins. Once life is breathed into the characters we experience the first of many iterations of – arguably the most genuinely human element of the Bachelor – fight for survival and the long walk to Moscow. Darwinism dogma leads us to believe the strongest will conquer the weak to survive and you seem to also adhere to this rigidity – “NOT all women are created equal.” Elephants and flies both survived to be here today when at first glance elephants were frontrunners and flies a mere buzz in the background. Do not immediately discount those who you perceive as weak and, conversely, do not elevate those who deem strong.  

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