As moms who rarely have any “me time,” we’re often asked about the guilty pleasures in which we indulge during our miraculous moments of relaxation.
Reality TV is at the top of my list, yet … I have a hard time feeling guilty about it. The screaming housewives on Bravo have slowly become less entertaining to me (simply because I’m already so exhausted), but there’s one franchise I unapologetically LOVE.
The Bachelor.
The Bachelor franchise (includes The Bachelor, The Bachelorette, Bachelor in Paradise and more) has continually entertained me for years. For me, it’s something to look forward to once a week, and it’s a great excuse to drink red wine and eat lots of smoked gouda.
The Right Reasons
Just because I love the show doesn’t mean I’m dumb. It means I’m entertained. It means I just want to sit back, relax and thank the good Lord I don’t ever have to worry about dating again.
Yes, the dates, trips and frequent confrontations are absolutely curated by producers. The majority of suitors and females “looking for love” on the show are actually looking for Instagram followers.
And? Do I care? No. Give the girl a contract with Billie. Let her sell the heck out of some razors. If she played a part in those two hours a week that allowed me to unwind and turn off my brain…I wish her a lifetime of FabFitFun boxes and free makeup samples.
Stranger Things
For the most part, I can brush off the insults or critiques surrounding The Bachelor franchise because someone else’s opinion of a silly TV show doesn’t affect me at all. However, I’ll willingly argue that every now and then, the lead and the last man or woman standing truly do fall in love.
I think it’s valid that the “cast” isn’t there to find true love, but it has happened. There aren’t many, but there ARE married couples (some with children) out there today who met on the show.
Honestly, I can’t blame someone for falling in love with a “stranger” after 6 weeks of world travel, helicopter dates and heart spilling. The true test of love comes with the real world, but thankfully…I don’t have to watch that on TV. What a buzz kill, right?
Not-So-Guilty Pleasure
I’m a 30-year-old mother who loves The Bachelor. It makes me happy. So, please keep your holier-than-thou thoughts about the franchise to yourself. Read your book. Watch your home improvement shows.
Just leave me alone, and let me eat my cheese in peace.
