Stags is going home, and smokey-voiced Rachel, his girlfriend, has to stay. She said, “I don’t know if I can do this alone.” Um, this isn’t Cancer …it’s hanging out in a mansion trying to win $250,000. Suck it up. If you love Stags, hell yes you’ll stay and try and win …$250,000 would be awfully nice to split in your divorce someday.
I’m sure I didn’t mention your favorite part, but you’ve got to cut me a break …this show is painful. It’s completely and unapologetically vapid. In fact, my fellow spunkybeaners, EJ and Myndi, were on Secret Lover’s podcast , and they all agreed that (a) I’m horrible with names and, more importantly, (b) Bachelor Pad was the worst thing on TV last week. And I can’t disagree. As much as I love all things Bachelor and Bachelorette and I think those shows represent the Romeo & Juliet of our time, this Bachelor Pad …well, it’s the reason I don’t watch dumb shows like Big Brother.