So tonight I’m going to resist my tendency to over-analyze everything – in this case Bachelor In Paradise because this is a show that defies serious analysis. It’s really meant to allow its incredulous-nuss[1] to simply waft over you like a cool Mexican summer coastal breeze or to be drunk in like one of Well’s... Continue Reading →

Thank you, Chris Harrison. Once again, you reminded us that in Paradise all things are possible. I’ve seen basketball games last longer than the time it took for Carly to get a ring out of Evan last season and, yet, there we were with a High Def seat at their wedding. For the record, I’ve... Continue Reading →

“I left my dog to come here and take a chance on finding love.” Yes, boys and girls. Finally, it’s back – the mirth, the madness, the mayhem that is Bachelor in Paradise. And this year it came back after the threat of never coming back, to which all of Bachelor Nation breathed a collective... Continue Reading →