Well hello, Readers. This is usually the place where I welcome all of you back after a long off-season but I suppose that ‘s a bit inappropriate since I’ve been horribly absent this off-season. Regardless, it’s good to be back for yet another season of the show we all love to hate. I trust that all of you had a wonderful Memorial Day weekend. Let’s get to it.
It was clear from the get-go that Desiree wasn’t wasting any time this season. Refusing to idly wait for her limo and refusing to demand that “her” shiny new powder blue Bentley is delivered to her home in wherever she lives Des takes it upon herself to throw on her favorite red driving dress and some cork wedges and find her Malibu hideaway in her modest, yet ever so reliable silver Honda. Harrison, of course, awaits.
As Harrison sets up the season we're reminded that his wedding ring lies in a Topanga Canyon pawn shop innocuously waiting for some love struck yet not so affluent soul to trade in his chain saw and arc welding kit in order to purchase it for his upcoming nuptials. Little does that guy know that it possesses power beyond his comprehension. Donning that ring is like putting that Green Lantern ring on for a bit. I’m sure we’ll read about it in the news or something. Back to Des.
Was it me or was the set up this season unbearably long? She broods to fairy tale music, talks about wild dreams, contemplates lost love, broods some more, cries a bit, walks on the beach in search of true love, and then overstates the entire thing by alluding to taking the “Ultimate Risk” in order to find her Romeo. Ultimate Risk? That's a pretty ballsy metaphor on Memorial Day. I’ll bet she and the army vet will compare notes about that down the road. The last time I checked the beaches of Malibu weren’t laden with IED’s or Al Queda operatives looking to take out a brooding Bachelorette.
I found the entire lead in scripted, predictable, and cliché; which is exactly what every other person who tuned in expected as well. Those three adjectives apparently work in any Vin Diesel movie. Can you believe that Fast and Furious 6 (yes, 6. that's not a typo) made 120 million dollars this weekend? I'm fairly certain there's something in the Bible about that but I'll get back to you before the Rapture hits.
Des tours her humble abode in awe. Like Allie in The Notebook, she’s given a beautiful house complete with her own topless sketching area and charcoal pencils. Yaaaaawwwn. I have to admit that I grinned when I pictured Harrison on all fours sanding the wood floors like Noah Calhoun prior to Des' arrival. Annnyyhooo. . .
In a statement I found extremely telling she informs us that she grew up without money. In fact, she was so poor that she was forced to live in **GASP** an apartment. Oh, the humanity. She adds that her brother was subjected to sleeping on the couch in lieu of having his own room. If that doesn’t explain a lot about that guy and his issues, you’re simply not paying attention. Sean should have just offered the guy his own room at Kensington and Smith’s giant playhouse and we could have avoided this entire season. If the house is full, I'm certain those kids have a comfortable guest house in the backyard he can use. (You didn’t think I could resist one more shot at the playhouse, did you?)
Cut back to Harrison and Des kicking it around the Malibu Lair. They launch this season’s theme: Cinderella story. I was bored already. The montage of the guys trying to out macho one another didn’t do a lot for me either. Top that off with the fact that Des cried every time they stuck the camera in her face and my eyes began to roll. It was like there was pepper spray residue floating around in the air. She cried so much I wondered if she was in need of hormone replacement therapy—or in the middle of it. It’s going to be a long season, Folks. Let us break down the men, shall we? .
Harrison Moneys up in his black suit and gives us his canned opening speech on the wet driveway. Sure, it was redundant but would it really be a Bachelorette season without that speech? You're damn right it wouldn't. My favorite part is when he leads off with “Hi, I’m Chris Harrison.” That’s like taking a five year old to the mall in December and having the grey-bearded fat guy in the red suit look him in the eye and say, “Hi, I’m Santa Claus.” No shit, fat man.
Regardless, it worked and the limos begin to arrive as Des and her silver dress took her place on the aforementioned wet driveway. That dress looked more like one of those protective chain shark suits divers wear when then hope in the water off the Great Barrier Reef. Come to think of it, perhaps it was appropriate for the occasion.
Disclaimer: I’ve broken the guys down in order of appearance on the show. That means the details of their success or demise are out of chronological order. Inevitably, I’ll mix up my douchebags and attribute a stupid line uttered by one of them to the mouth of another one of them. Forgive me, would you? I did my best.
1. Bryden, 26—Iraq War Vet from Missoula, Mn. 26. He apparently patrols the mountains of Montana in full camo with his weapon in hand. His introduction was a bit awkward but he didn’t make a total fool out of himself which (if we’re honest) is probably the best anyone can hope for under these circumstances. He plays the modesty card and reintroduces himself during his one on one before dropping the Veteran story on Des. That alone should have been worth a rose but he adds icing with a 10 year old Iraqi kid story. Despite his lack of pep and his Dumb and Dumber haircut, he’ll stick around for a while. My guess is that getting shot at in the desert for two years will likely make him a bit more mature than the rest of the pack. Dodging bullets is a hell of a lot different than dodging your own stupidity. He got a rose.
2. Will, 28--Banker, Chicago. He can also be effectively identified as “The Black Guy.” He tells us that black guys don’t do yoga (except him) and apparently has a penchant for high-fiving guys on the street. He high fives Des but eventually proved himself to be one of the more normal guys at the cocktail party. He got a rose.
3. Drew, 27, Scottsdale. I didn’t pick up this guy’s occupation because I was too distracted by the fact that he looks way too much like Jake Pavelka. He seemed relatively normal, albeit painfully boring, until he dropped the harsh childhood story on us. He leads with divorce, alcoholism, and the mentally handicapped sibling I’m sure Des can relate to the last item on the list, but he’d better think happy thoughts if he’s going to stick around. He’s too effeminate to compete with the alpha males. He got a sympathy rose.
4. Nick R., 26—Magician/Tailor, Chicago. I addressed most of this in my last post. The guy was actually worse than I imagined. Not only did he do a trick out of the limo, he continued to do them inside the mansion. We find out that he’s only a weekend magician who apparently doesn’t even have a name like “The Magnificent Whatever” and he performs in what looked like a friend’s basement. The truth is—and this guy would do well to face it—that he works at Men’s Warehouse measuring inseams and having Walter Mitty-esque fantasies of being a great illusionist. He actually said that his magic “gives me the upper hand” when it comes to Des. Denial has seemingly magical powers doesn’t it, Nick? His reaction to being booted was, “She didn’t get to see who I was.” The problem is that she did. To hell with pulling a rabbit out of a hat. This guy would do better to simply pull his head out of his ass. No Rose.
5. Zak W., 31--Drilling fluid engineer. First off, I won't debase myself by going for the obvious phallic job title joke. This guy is WAY too big an idiot for a 31 year old. His hair is as high as his IQ. He hangs out nude on his deck and arrives shirtless at the meet and greet. Des looked horrified. Is he in shape? Yes, he’s in shape. However, no amount of ripples can conceal stupidity and narcissism. Guys like him are good for a one night stand but the ego will quickly overpower anything he has on the surface. It's like driving a Corvette with no engine. He brings overdoing it to an entirely different level. His jumping in the pool stunt earned him a “why not” rose but that’s about as far as it will get him unless he tones it down next week. The up side is that once he’s kicked off the show he’ll have plenty of time to sit around his ranch naked and admire himself while drinking his own drilling fluid.
6. Robert, 30, Spinning Sign Inventor, LA. He looks like Liam what’s his name. You know, Thor’s brother. Actually, he looks like a watered down version of Liam Hemsworth and he acts like it too. He’s good looking and sufficiently shy so as to be confused with mysterious, but he won’t make the run all the way to the end. He got a rose. The DP jury is still out on this guy, however.
7. Mike, 27--Dallas, Dental Student. Born in England. White coat, lime shirt. He’s a dentist like Ashley is a dentist. Like a rotting tooth, he got pulled. No Rose.
8. Brandon, 26, painting contractor, MN. Self-proclaimed “Adrenaline Junkie”. Know that that means? Macho idiot. I didn’t buy his motorcycle arrival, sob story about his childhood, or his very pinstriped suit but have to admit that once he toned it down a bit he seemed semi-normal. I’ll give him a (narrow) pass in the name of being told to “have a schtick” for TV. We’ll see how he does. I’m sure his alcoholic mother was prying at the locked liquor cabinet with a butter knife upon seeing him give away her sobriety coin to a woman “dating” 24 other men. He got a Rose.
9. Brooks, 28, marketing, Salt Lake City, UT. He looks like a skinny version of Blake Shelton. He has lots of thick, product soaked hair. He wears a vest. The bottom line is that he’s too good looking to send home. Rose. He'll be around for awhile if not the last guy standing.
10. Brad, 27, Accountant, Denver. I’ll give him points for at least linking his gimmick to Des’s former penny in the fountain gimmick. He showed up with a wishbone. He didn’t score a touchdown but he didn’t fumble either. He apparently did enough in the cocktail party to stick around. Nice work. At least he didn’t peak early. He got a Rose.
11. Michael G., 33--Federal Prosecutor. Frankly, this guy was identical to Brad but overdid it in the fountain and wasn’t bright enough to bring a back up penny in the event that the fountain had been previously purged of pennies. Keep your opening simple, counselor, and always leave yourself an out. I liked what I saw of the guy. I will admit that I’m biased because he made fun of the magician, but we’ll see how he does. He got a rose.
12. Kasey, 29--Marketing. The “Hashtag” bit was too much. I won’t even dignify it by making my own hashtag response. The guy can’t be that big of a tool. Surely, Twitter is paying him for every “hashtag” he can get aired—at least that’s what I’m telling myself. I can only assume that he didn’t lay any of that nonsense on Des. He got a Rose. “Hashtag” rhymes with “Douchebag”---sort of.
13. Mikey T. 30, plumbing contractor, Chicago. Five o’clock shadow. Italian. Lives at home with his family. Fake tan. Tons of “F” words. Must he perpetuate the stereotype? I wonder if he waited for the decline letter from the Jersey Shore casting department before logging on the ABC and filling out the application in Crayon? His watch weighed more than Robert, for crying out loud. Despite his Vienna of the Eyes Syndrome he got the You’re Not as Bad as the Idiots I Just Sent Home Last Rose.
14. Jonathan, 26, lawyer, NC. First the Shirtless Texas guy and now the creepy lawyer? This show does not exactly bode well for my home state or my profession, does it? After getting shut down on his “brilliant” Fantasy Suite out of the limo idea he gets loaded, does some push ups, and then gets himself kicked out prior to the Rose Ceremony. Nice work. I was waiting for him to drop “hey Des, does this cloth smell like chloroform” on Des in the Fantasy Suite. I’m sure this guy is first on Des’ brother’s “Peeple Hoo’s Ass I’m Gonna Kik” list—right below Sean. At some apartment complex in NC close to the law firm he works at there was a Bachelorette watching party full of office girls shouting “I told you so” at the television set.
15. James, 27—Advertising, Chicago. He’s pretty much Mikey T. with a bigger temper and a bigger penchant for swearing. He looks like Al Capone. For some reason, he got a Rose. He's of the opinion that if he "plays his cards right" he will be the next Bachelor. Right. I can see it now. "Hello, I'm Chris Harrison and welcome to this season of The F*cking Bachelor."
16. Larry, 34, ER doctor. His pants were way too short. His dip move failed--miserably. He’s clearly the socially skewed, hyper-competitive doctor type. I sensed a little Patrick Bateman from American Psycho lurking below the surface of those lesbian who owns her own bookstore glasses he was sporting. He had no sense of humor and was either creepy or drunk. Put a Band-Aid on it, Dr. Larry. No Rose.
17. Zack K, 28, publisher, CA. Tux and sneakers. Polite. Seems relatively nice and normal—relatively. Watch the video. When Ben walked in after “earning” the first rose, he stood up, shook his hand, and said in a sincere voice, “congratulations, man.” The others stewed in their own insecurity and jealousy. That gesture says a lot about the guy in my opinion. I like him. I suspect he’ll tire of he sword fighting but he should stick round a while. Rose.
18. Diogo, 29, Ski Resort Manager. Suit of armor. Even the shirtless guy thought he was an idiot. Des asks Harrison, “where would a person even get a suit or armor?” Harrison had to choke back “the Bachelorette Wardrobe Department after a few beers.” Diogo tells us through his thick accent that he has an “explosion of love.” Perhaps an explosion of English lessons would help him. Gone.
19. Chris, 27, mortgage broker, Seattle, WA. Fake proposal that morphed into his shoe being untied. Lame, but not lame enough to get beaten by a suit of armor. Rose.
20. Juan Pablo, 31, Former Soccer Player, Venezuela. He woos her with his accent and shows her how to juggle his balls. Apparently, the prospect of Desiree playing soccer on the wet driveway in her fancy dress with a foreign guy in turf shoes was so overwhelming to the rest of the men that they all had to jump in for an impromptu game of suit and tie soccer. Juan Pablo got a rose—as he should have. She already canned Diogo and his accent. She keeps this one around for good measure.
21. Brian, 29, Financial Advisor. He’s the low key guy with the baby soft jacket and jeans. He dropped my favorite line of the night. “I’m going to have to step it up. I think I’m going to take my shirt off then put on a suit of armor and do magic tricks.” Classic. His under-the-radar approach worked. Let’s hope he drops some of that humor on Des. I’ll be rooting for him and his baby soft jacket. Props to him for being himself. Who would have imagined what a rarity that would be?
22. Micah, 32, The World’s oldest law student, Denver. Hokey, colored, mix and match jacket with stupid shit on the back. He lays it on as thick as peanut butter and tells Des that he designed his own suit. Unfortunately for Micah he also designed his own exit. No Rose.
23. Nick M., 27, NC. No Rose. That’s literally all I remember about the guy aside from the fact that he couldn’t rhyme. Roses are Red, they sell pancakes in a diner. Take your terrible rhymes and go back to Carolina. No Rose.
24. Dan, 30, Las Vegas, Beverage Sales. Aside from the cool job and cool location there’s not much to say about Dan. I suspect he wanted it that way. He played it under the radar and did enough to advance. The good news is that he’ll have a hell of a home town if he makes it that far. The bad news is that if he marries Des he’ll be forced to see every Cirque du Soliel for the rest of his life. Nice work, Dan.
25. Ben, 28, Entrepreneur from Dallas. He loves his kid so much he brings him to meet a strange woman in Los Angeles and uses him as a pawn for attention. Then he dumps the kid back into the limo and leaves him for 28 days while he poontangs around the world and (apparently) lies to Des. Look, I can’t blame him for taking the Bad Guy role this season, but dude, leave your kid out of it. His supposed girlfriend has Harrison’s phone number too. That ought to be interesting. He got a Rose.
My favorite moment of the show was Desiree’s poorly concealed horror at least 18 guys into the big meet and greet. She looked pissed and didn’t fake it very well. Hell, I can’t say that I blame her. The casserole is filled with bay leaves this time around. She’ll have to spit a lot of them out before getting a bite she can swallow.
Well, there it is. With the Amazing Count at an incredible 17 (between Diogo and Juan Pablo I might have missed a few in Spanish, but I’ll concede those for our purposes) and the Journey Count at an unusually first show high of 7 we head off to unknown waters. I’ll break down my impression of Des and other thoughts next time around. Enjoy your week. In the meantime, I’ll be enjoying a beer naked on my balcony while pondering the various viscosities of drilling fluid. DP