As if this week’s episode didn’t have enough Dale . . . Dale . . . Dale . . . Dale, the magic of the interwebs provided a wonderful precursor to the proceedings. Some sleuthy person twittered that Dale . . . Dale . . . Dale . . . Dale models for Party City!... Continue Reading →

[Publisher’s note: In last week’s blog, Mr. Linder suggested Stronger by Kristine W. as a song to describe the newly empowered Clare. We regret his poor choice as clearly the Britney Spears song Stronger was a much better fit - But now I'm stronger than yesterday/Now it's nothing but my way/My loneliness ain't killing me... Continue Reading →

31 males came on a journey for Clare’s heart. But she is already quite smitten with only one – hot, ex-footballer Dale [cue Luther Vandross The Rush]. He seems to be right there, too, as the chemistry between those two was totally off the chain. And yet, the previews of coming attractions suggest that there... Continue Reading →

The original plan for this episode’s blog took a turn when with fifteen minutes left, I decided to re-watch what I had already seen from the beginning for reasons to do with the fact that I’m a great father to My Daughter Cassandra and for her benefit I started the show over from the beginning... Continue Reading →

“THIS IS SURE TO BE A SHOCKING AND EMOTIONAL NIGHT. SO SHOCKING, WE JUST COULDN’T WAIT TO SHOW YOU.” For once, Chris Harrison’s intentional self-deprecation lived up to the hype. We can thank Luke for this. Like every archetypal villain, he had to return for a second time to ultimately be defeated. Surely St. Lukeness... Continue Reading →

Wow, that Wimbledon Final was amazing. Last 30 minutes of The Bachelorette: "Hold my beer.” With the frantic hopes of frustrated Bachelor Nation fanatics resting in her rose-holding hands, Hannah B. - who was under tremendous pressure for most of the match date - came up big in the clutch, and with a steely-eyed resolve,... Continue Reading →