Last night’s The Bachelorette reminds me of a joke and it goes like this …a Catholic, a Mormon, and a Dutch Reformed guy walk into a bar and the bartender says to the Catholic …wait, stop me if you’ve heard this one. The important thing is, Emily knows the punch-line.
But we are not joking around here. Emily’s life is no joking matter. I ain’t joking. Last night was the Final Four and time to meet the families. It was hometowns and Emily’s chance to psychoanalyze the dudes based on the behavioral evidence of their parents and siblings, the ruins of their childhood homes and stomping grounds, and seeing if they really, truly, and sincerely …and totally …respect “family” and “marriage” and all that stuff Emily says is totally important to her. And if you don’t think these hometown dates are important, just remember the guy who’s Dad was a taxidermist and gal who’s Mom was a fortune teller …they didn’t get marriage proposals. If your family is crazy, hey, there’s three other dudes and Emily has no reason to “look past” anything.