I’ll be the first to admit that I love reality television. Keeping Up With The Kardashians? Love it. The Real Housewives of Beverley Hills. Amazing. Big Brother? My favourite show growing up. So you can imagine, that when it was announced that Sophie Monk would be the next Bachelorette I was insanely excited. If there’s anything I love as much as reality TV, it’s Sophie Monk.
Mind you, The Bachelor and The Bachelorette were never shows that I indulged myself in. I always found these shows somewhat primitive, like watching a bunch of wolves trying to assert themselves as the alpha. But I knew I couldn’t resist this time around.
After getting comfortable on the couch, my trusty reality television partner in crime (my mum) and I, turned on Channel 10 and we watched. I tell you what, it was something else.
As a female, I have decided that being the Bachelorette would be my worst nightmare. It’s like living in a house full of all the guys you try to avoid when you go clubbing. Example A, the narcissistic guy who loves himself way too much and probably spends the whole night uploading the same Boomerang on his Instagram, Instagram story and Snapchat (sorry Blake). Then there’s the guy that tries to be really cool on the dance floor. We all know that guy is Eden. I don’t even wanna know why he thought break dancing was a good idea. I must say I was loving his whole matching Adidas get up though.
And then, of course, every girl’s worst nightmare.
The nice guy.
The guy that thinks that because he’s nice and is just a genuine human being, he’s entitled to something. And if you watch the show, you straight up know who I am talking about.
Of course, I’m aware that reality shows are heavily edited and that these guys are probably regular, down to earth guys who don’t really cause much drama. I’m aware that people on reality television often ham up their personalities to get more screen time. But if I’m honest, I don’t think I’ve ever cringed as much as I did whilst watching The Bachelorette. I hated almost every second of it. I just wanted to jump into my television and whisk Sophie away from these crazily possessive men.
At the end of the day, I still watched the whole two-hour episode and I proceeded to watch it the following night because reality television is addictive and I have a problem. But my position on The Bachelor and The Bachelorette still stands. If I wanted to watch a girl get swamped by guys all trying to impress her, I’d go clubbing.
But for now, I’d rather just sit at home with some junk food, watching rich people lose earrings in the ocean.