I was on a radio show this morning (Y101 in Jackson, MS) with Nate and Murphy talking about The Bachelor. Of course, my East Texas twang was in full force and I spoke 90-miles-per-hour because that’s what I do when I get nervous. Fortunately, I came to the table with some pretty good talking points and felt confident that I could get through the interview without being stumped. And then
Like many of you, I’m still processing the inelegant approach of Jaime’s spontaneous lap dance which clumsily forayed into the detailed instruction of how to properly execute the French kiss mastered by junior high kids under bleachers across America. Certainly, this will go down was one of my classic “bless her heart” moments in the history of the show. For more embarrassing moments, feel free to check out my mini
Buenos días Bachelor fans! Week five finds us in beautiful Puerto Rico where Groban is going above and beyond to prove that he is ready to find love while wearing only henley shirts from the dull side of the color wheel. In this episode, we were reminded that black underwear shows through white linen pants, all life’s goals can be accomplished by the age of 24 and contrary to popular
Groban is certainly not raising me up to more than I can be this season. Between crossing off “skinny dip with model” on his leap list and the fact that he sent darling Jennifer home last night, I’m having trouble finding any redeeming qualities in this show. However, I am thankful for the blurry modesty patches that covered their bits and pieces. It was nice to see Groban in something
So there I was sitting on my red and white gingham ottoman, shouting a hearty “AMEN” when my friend Susan offered up some pretty solid advice to The Model: “I think when you quote Charlie Sheen, it’s a red flag.” Exactly. Courtney’s tendency to wander around the mansion with a glass full of wine in one hand and constant pawing and twisting of her model hair with the other muttering,
