The Bachelor, v.Slutfest

Look, I’m not a prude, really I’m not. You’ll have to take my word on that. But after tuning in for the last 20 minutes of this season’s The Bachelor, it has to be on its last leg. Why else did they get this guy? To reference Seinfeld, he’s a mimbo. So they surround him with (for the most part) dim-witted, Hollywood wanna-bes and let the mating ritual begin!

Not that the previous seasons were high-brow dissertations on the nature of male-female relationships, but this show has gone Fox on us. Consider me disinterested.