ESPN’s Michael Smith and Jemele Hill used to do a shtick called “Doin’ Too Much” which featured sports fans, uh, doing too much - and looking silly as a result. That’s the way I felt about Monday’s episode – that the producers were trying to do too much. It felt like there were hours of... Continue Reading →

My Daughter Cassandra’s (MDC) friend RM[1] came over for the second week in a row  – and so it’s official, I now have hosted Bachelor watch parties plural. Is there a badge or ID card for that or anything? The big themes from this week were the Hannah B./Peter Thang [HBPT] and Alexa’s fabulous hair.... Continue Reading →

A three hour show. Or what I like to call a Two-Bottles-of-Bubbly type situation. Just sayin’. [Cue I’ve Got You Under My Skin, Frank Sinatra version only] Arrrrrrghhhhhhhhh. I had half the blog written in my head until Hannah B. showed up at the end and her and Peter got seriously all up in their... Continue Reading →

Like Chris Harrison, I have lots of questions but unlike Chris Harrison I'm not going to breathlessly shout them at you. What if two people who’ve known each other for a few days didn’t have to get engaged according to a primetime TV calendar? What if two people with a mutual attraction simply decided to... Continue Reading →

IT’S LIKE NOTHING YOU'VE EVER SEEN BEFORE!!! OK, Chris, you overcame my skepticism. I will finally agree with one of your (typically empty) breathless proclamations and not in a snarky way. Tonight was surprising and even quite captivating. We began with The Search for Colton in the Portuguese countryside with a missed opportunity to have... Continue Reading →

[Scroll down if you want to see who I think the next Bachelorette is.] The Women Tell All (and its far less interesting associate Men Tell All) follows a familiar pattern: Scenes from Bachelor franchise history (gotta keep building that brand!). Insane free for all where the contestants get to rekindle their bad feelings about... Continue Reading →

Take cover, boys and girls! We’re gonna cue up The Gap Band You Dropped A Bomb On Me and put it on auto-repeat. I’ll let you know when it’s safe to come back in for normal viewing, probably shortly after verification that Chris Harrison has retrieved a shell-shocked Colton roaming around the Portuguese countryside. Let’s... Continue Reading →