You Dropped a Bomb on Me

[cue The Gap Band You Dropped a Bomb on Me] Tonight’s hometown visits episode took a rather dramatic turn from their usual predictability[1] when girl talk with Becca and her besties turned into true confessions as Tia blindsided Becca by sharing that she still had feelings for Colton the Golden Child. We got an inkling... Continue Reading →

Bahama(s) Drama(s)

With four hometown visits on the line, Becca was going to face some tough decisions this week, especially since she’ll have to visit a family of some guy she’s not into. So naturally the show had to begin with Coach Chris the Camp Counselor helping Becca validate her feelings. Those feelings were going to be... Continue Reading →

Bros, Bad Boys and Ballerini

“Just like Virginia birthed the nation, I hope that it births a relationship that really lasts for me.” (Yanni Leo) And with enough cheese to fill a vat of Velveeta, so began the two-hour promo ad sponsored by The Virginia Tourism Corporation. If you had mentions of my state’s tourism motto “Virginia is for Lovers”... Continue Reading →

Who Didn’t Have the Odds in Vegas

Three guys melted down. Two went home. One stayed to be humiliated for another week. Before we discuss, let’s understand how we got to this week in Sin City. Earlier today, My Daughter Cassandra summarized this season perfectly: “I still don’t know any of the guys’ names. There’s no clear frontrunner. The only ones I... Continue Reading →

The Scent of Goodbye

Along with designated bad person Male Model Jordan and his shiny, gold boxers, the star of this week’s episode was Park City, Utah because that’s where my friend Angie lives. It’s highly likely this excited me far more than Angie. Less exciting to me were dates involving riding in and on things going fast, axes... Continue Reading →

Twitter Beef!!

Is it me? I don’t think it’s me. I’m all for Becca finding love but neither she nor the guys that’s she’s trying to do the damn thing with are very interesting, the ridiculishusness of Male Model Jordan (MMJ) aside. Spa dates when the guys get their nails done? [Cue up Man! I Feel Like... Continue Reading →

Put It in My Cleavage

I saw the word “named” on a Tweet and thought it said “naked”. Thanks Male Model Jordan for imprinting me by attending the Rose Ceremony in nothing but boxers. And to think that wasn’t even near the top of the list of egregious male behavior tonight. [Cue Bad Company Bad Company] Not only does one need... Continue Reading →

Blog at WordPress.com.

Up ↑