Tuesday, July 14, 2015

Bachelorette Kaitlyn Episode 10: Kaitlyn goes All-Way in Galway



Hello, Readers.  Thank you for your patience.  It’s not often I can literally find zero time to write but that was the case last week.  Perhaps I’ll discuss my new endeavor in the off-season, but for now we have more important items to discuss.  Let’s get to it, shall we?

First, Kaitlyn got off easy (no, that’s not a pun) when it came to the Big Bang reveal.  She didn't tell Jared or Kentucky Joe.  She did tell Shawn who literally had to go to the men’s room in order to let the steam out from the bolts in his neck before composing himself and then doing what we all knew he’d do anyway:  bury his jealously and disgust deep enough to stick around in order to get to the final rose ceremony but not deep enough to where they won’t resurface down the road. 

I slept with Nick. Please don't lose your bolts over it.


The problem with repressed feelings is that they eventually explode.  Couple that with Shawn’s blatant insecurity and jealousy and Kaitlyn has a recipe for disaster brewing.  It’s too bad she’s drowned the red flags in whiskey over the past 9 weeks.  How foolish did his broken record “I don’t think Nick’s a good guy” mantra sound?  

Poor Jared and his patchy beard.  I frankly don’t think he saw it coming.  Honestly, it was a toss up between Ben H. and him and he was shorter, failed to grow a legitimate beard, and had a lower paying job.  

Both of those guys have proved themselves to be genuine, decent guys this season.  Unfortunately, the words “genuine” and “decent” are often coupled with “single” and "limo ride home" when it comes to this show.

Oh, and a shout out to Kentucky Joe for leaving with his integrity in tact.  I would have been pissed too.  He’ll be so over it by the Men Tell All I doubt he remembers her name.  Unfortunately for Joe, the only KY Kaitlyn sees in her future is a tube of jelly. 

Kentucky Jelly

Fortunately for me, my failure to write last week was rewarded by the new cliffhanger format we’ve all grown to hate this season.  I tried to tune it out all week, but there it was right after Harrison’s trademark, “tonight . . . on The Bachelorette . . . “.  As if we weren’t blessed enough to witness the sword fight between Shawn and Nick the first time around.  

Episode 10.  

Shawn “confronts” Nick and it goes nowhere.  Nick is a lot smarter than Shawn and he’s also emotionally more mature.  Putting it another way, Nick had a pair of aces he never even had to play because Shawn threw his pair of twos on the table immediately.  He looked like a jealous fool.  Nick, as usual, remained calm.   



Shawn has been riding the same horse since Nick weaseled his way on to the show with the producers’ help in order to stress out guys like Shawn in the first place. Nick is clearly in his head and the entire “talk” smacked of a bunch of macho chest beating that allowed him to momentarily ignore the fact that Kaitlyn A) Invited Nick to show up; B) Slept with him at least twice—on air; and C) Has ignored all of Shawn’s whining for the past 4 weeks and kept Nick around in spite of it.  Talk about ignoring red flags.  Maybe these two are meant for each other after all.   

The view from Shawn's Balcony


We’re STILL in Ireland, by the way.  Props to the Ireland Chamber of Commerce employee who booked that trip.  She must have naked pictures of Harrison and Neil Lane.  

Kaitlin packs her bags and goes from getting Porked in Cork to going All-Way in Galway. 

She strolls and contemplates the hatred between Nick and Shawn, but first, it’s Ben H.’s turn to take a crack at Kaitlyn’s lack of virtue.  Ben shows up in his Irish wool sweater for his Sloppy Seconds Date.  Kaitlyn had the courtesy to dye her roots and get some new highlights.   

In what can only be a date presumably crafted by a sadistic producer with a flare for irony, Kaitlyn and Ben are sent on a horseback riding date.  On the other hand, I suppose that date was a tad appropriate.  Kaitlyn’s been bowlegged since Episode 4.  Still, even I found myself hoping her saddle had a little extra padding in light of the fact that she’s in the middle of the Fantasy Suite Dates.  I’m not a monster, for God’s sake. 

She tells us she’s never ridden a horse.  “That’s about the only thing she hasn’t ridden this season . . . or last season,” I chuckled into my Lone Star.

She and Ben encounter a field of donkeys.  If they threw in an Ivy League-educated, deep thinking, donkey who refused to laugh at the other donkey’s fart jokes I would have sworn we were back at Episode 1 again.  I began to wonder if Kaitlyn had ever been involved with a donkey show before this episode.  That’s a little South Texas border town humor for those of you who missed it.  Annnyyyyyhoooo . . .  


It’s no wonder Kaitlyn got her lips inflated before the season started.  That’s like airing up your tires before a cross country drive.  It’s impossible for her to keep them off anyone’s face or her tongue out of anyone’s throat.  She and Ben head to Kama Sutra Castle where Ben dons his white Irish wool sweater.  Not surprisingly, they Forego the Foreplay and choose to hit the Fantasy Suite.  Man, she’s a sure thing, isn’t she?  She’s like the Halley’s Comet of Bachelorettes. 

I think we all knew Ben H. was headed home at that point.  He’s far too normal, genuine, and level-headed to keep the attention of a woman like Kaitlyn.  For the record, I don’t think she’s an awful person.  I do find her immature and am fairly certain that at least 60% of her decisions are made solely by her vagina, however.  Ergo, her remaining men. 


Before I discuss the date with Shawn allow me to drop a big, fat “I told you so” on all of you who doubted my White Pants Theory. 

Kaitlyn shows up for her big date with Shawn (Thirsty Thirds, in case you were keeping score) in white pants.  They dress for a few holes of golf that were edited into an entire round.  Once I saw those white pants I was certain Shawn would spend a significant time in the sand trap. I’ll spare all of you the rest of the golf innuendos.   

Truth or dare.  Strip naked and run.  That was dumb. 

Dinner with Shawn at some fancy Irish hotel.  Kaitlyn is worried that she and Shawn have been up and down because she’s been “juggling so many things.”  Honestly, I could see where she was coming from.  She had, in fact, juggled a lot of balls over the past couple of days.  Boom. 

Notwithstanding the ball juggling, Kaitlyn drops an atomic bomb on the date and brings up “Why do you hate Nick."  Dinner quickly devolves into a pissing contest about Nick.  She actually has the gall to ask Shawn about the alleged “eskimo brothers” rumor she heard from Nick while simultaneously ignoring the fact that she’s actually slept with Nick twice and Ben once within the past few weeks.  She fails to appreciate the irony that Nick and Shawn (and Ben H. and Chris Soules) are actually “eskimo brothers" thanks to her readily available igloo.  She’s like an on-ramp. 

Shawn leaves the Fantasy Suite and Nick is "spontaneously" waiting around the corner to congratulate him on finally getting what Nick was able to get in half the time with half the effort.  He asks for a quick "man to man" chat.  

Then the entire thing turned into an episode of the Real Housewives with Shawn (again) making the same tired accusations about Nick while failing to realize that the only reason that Nick is there in the first place is because Kaitlyn has kept him around. 

Memo to Kaitlyn:

Shawn’s irrational, hostile, and aggressive reaction toward Nick when he felt threatened and marginalized is indicative of how he handles ALL situations when he feels threatened and marginalized.  That happens quite a bit in a marriage.  Good luck dealing with that if you pick him.  

Harrison shows up for a fireside conversation.  She’s spray tanned and frosted lipsticked. 

Rose Ceremony

She grips and cries.  Harrison meets her in the dark room.  “Pull it together.  Get your ass out there and dump Ben.  Good talk.  I'm out."  

Roses

Nick
Shawn

Gone:  Ben H. 

Ever conscientious, Ben puts his seatbelt on in the backseat of the dump van after the “there’s a great girl out there for you” speech Kaitlyn mustered up to make herself feel better about crushing his dreams.

We’re treated to the extended, awkward pause between Nick and Shawn.  I was waiting for an ice breaker.  There were so many options. 

How was it? 

Did you see the 3rd bird tattoo?

Was your first time as good as my second time?

You didn’t happen to see my boxer shorts in Kaitlyn’s room, did you? 

Sorry I used all of the Kentucky Jelly.  I hope you managed.  


We head to Deer Valley in Utah for the “hometowns.”  I’m not going to try and guess why they did it that way this season.  Frankly, it doesn’t matter.   

Nick shows up at the ski lodge while his family broods like they’re in the waiting room of the morgue.  What a buzz kill.  Nick’s family seemed nice enough and I found it interesting that his brother was Michael Stipe circa 1987.

I can get married now too!  

Shawn. 

Kaitlyn wears her white pants to meet the family.  The older sisters got the ball busting build up but they were nice to Kaitlyn and eventually gave Shawn their blessing. Dad is not sold, however, and hits Shawn with legitimate questions that Shawn isn’t prepared to answer.

It’s always at this juncture of the season that I’m reminded that these are all real people I’m writing about here.  I usually disclaim this blog by saying that I’m simply responding to the first thought that pops into my head when I see the show.  I make no judgment about the people on it as “people;” rather, I’m commenting on how they are portrayed on the show.  That’s still true.

Both of these guys clearly have nice families who love them (and presumably had enough PTO at work in order to burn a few days for a free trip to Deer Valley).  That’s a good thing. 

After meeting both guy’s families Kaitlyn does what any white-jeans wearing, sleeping through the cast, lovesick(?) Bachelorette would be expected to do:  she cries on her balcony. 

A few thoughts before we head—like an anvil dropped from a second story window—toward the Men Tell All next week:

1.         I think Kaitlyn is genuinely distraught over who to pick.  However, I think she loves Nick but feels guilty about not loving Fake Gosling.  She doesn’t want to let him down and she’s mistaking that dread for love.  That means (follow me here) she’ll end up either picking neither of them or picking Fake Gosling.  She will not pick Nick because she will not allow herself to feel guilty for doing it. 

2.         I think both dudes are in love with her.  I usually don’t feel that way at the end of every season, but the formula here appears to have “worked.”  Granted, Shawn’s pent up rage at the fact that she slept with his arch enemy will be a huge factor if she keeps him down the road, but I think he’s fallen for her. 

3.         Nick is more misunderstood than he is a bad guy.  He’s smart and he’s clever.  That, coupled with his late arrival, is what got him hated this season.  My guess is that he has a tendency to rub people the wrong way but that doesn’t make him a fake like Fake Gosling thinks.  He’ll be hurt when she dumps him.  Let’s hope he doesn’t show up on Bachelor in Paradise.  I need a break.

4.         Harrison Rules.

Well, there it is.  Thank you all again for your patience and thank you for sticking around this week.  I appreciate it more than you know.  Rest up.  We have the Men Tell All next week and that’s always exhausting.  In the meantime, if you need me I’ll be putting my money on Fake Gosling. 

DP      








Friday, July 10, 2015

SOME GUY IS LATE!

Dear Readers,

Let me send my deepest apologies for not posting this week.  I tried.  I've recently started a new endeavor and it literally engulfed me this week.  

I PROMISE that I will pull an all nighter on Monday night to address the goings on in the next episode as well as the BIG BANG from this week's show.  

I wish you all the best this week.  I hope something made you smile in lieu of a blog post.  

Enjoy your weekend.  We'll talk soon.  


DP

Tuesday, June 30, 2015

Bachelorette Kaitlyn Episode 8: I-Rish I Didn't Sleep with Nick


Hello, Readers. Some Guy has no time for nonsense today—well, other than my own nonsense—so let’s just jump right in, shall we?

Oh boy.  This season is going downhill faster than an artificially loaded soapbox derby car, isn’t it?  Has anyone other than the sound guy responsible for Kaitlyn’s lapel mic had any fun this season? Apparently, our “low maintenance” bachelorette requires more maintenance than Caitlyn Jenner’s bikini line. 

The “not again” looks pasted all over the guys’ faces when Katilyn walked into the cocktail party to announce (yet another) “rough week” were priceless.  I couldn’t tell if the guys were upset because “the most fun Bachelorette ever” is a complete buzz kill or because all of their suits appeared to have been washed in very hot water.  When did suits that don’t fit become a thing?  Fake Gosling’s getup was more snug than the chocolate river pipe around Augustus Gloop in Willie Wonka and the Chocolate Factory. 

Fake Gosling takes the cupcake (see what I did there?) for the most neurotic contestant in recent history.  We have to assume we’re not getting the full story about Kaitlyn’s mysterious “off camera” visit during Peter Brady’s marathon shower wherein Kaitlyn, like some kind of slutty, less wise version of Morpheus, apparently told Fake Gosling that he was The One. 

. . . well not really. . .


Kaitlyn:  What if I told you that you are The One?

Fake Gosling:  What about the poontanging you did with Nick?

Kaitlyn:  There is no poon.



Fake Gosling:  Are you in love with me?

Kaitlyn:  Sigh . . . . I’m falling in love with you.

SGIA:  So that’s a no. 

Kaitlyn:  What happened that made you feel so insecure? 

SGIA:  Oh, I don’t know, you slept with a guy that you invited to the show after 4 weeks of knowing Fake Gosling the day after you told him that he was The One and then lied to everyone about it.  He can sense it. 

Fake Gosling:  I don’t know if I can do this. 

Kaitlyn:  You mean pull off that small suit?  You’re sweating like a fat kid in the park. 

Fake Gosling:  Is it because I look more like Alf than I do Real Gosling? 

Kaitlyn:  I’m horny.




By the way, I wish I could take credit for the Alf joke.  I can’t.  A friend flippantly mentioned that in a group email and I ran with it.  Back to our story.    

Katilyn selfishly attempts to shovel the pile of guilt sitting on her shoulders over on to Fake Gosling’s plate, it is abundantly clear that Kaitlyn is not concerned about his feelings.  Rather, she’s worried about getting caught.

“So full of artless jealousy is guilt,
It spills itself in fearing to be spilt.”

― William Shakespeare, Hamlet

Bill Shakespeare knew what he was talking about, didn’t he? 

Kaitlyn drops the first of many priceless euphemisms for the one night stand with Nick by telling us that she’s concerned that Shawn knows she’s been “intimate” with Nick.  

Incidentally, my favorite euphemism for the Nick banging is “off camera time” followed closely by “leveling the playing field.”  We have none other than Our Host Chris Harrison to thank for both of those.  He’s right, by the way.  No one wants intimate, off-camera time on an uneven playing field. 

Level Your Playing Field

“I feel awful,” she whines in her whining spot on her balcony.  She’s been there so often this season she’s probably worn out the masking tape “X” marking its location.    

“She felt just fine to Nick a few hours ago,” I said laughing into my Lone Star.  Even Mrs. SGIA—whose Some Guy humor armor is incredibly thick—found that joke amusing.    

Nick talks to Tanner in his skinny jeans and his hipster boots while simultaneously checking Kayak.com for a cheap flight home after getting what he came for.  Fake Gosling begins a 12-hour brood session on various benches around the property.

He should have dusted her for Nick’s prints before getting all broody and introspective.  Either that or just hit her with a spray or two of Luminol.  Problem solved.    

Kaitlyn's Chest

In case we all forgot (and we all did forget) about last week’s cliffhanger, we’re reminded about the impending 2 on 1 date featuring J.J. and Joe Dirt.  J.J. goes with plaid and Joe Dirt layers it up with a vest and a few shirts before they hit a shipyard and narrowly avoid lockjaw when they jump on a rusty tugboat for a trip around the ocean.  That was a long way from a catamaran in the Caribbean, wasn’t it?   

A la The Highlander, the threesome enjoys a picnic on a barrel on top of an ice cold hill.  J.J. looked clueless and Joe Dirt looked bored and tired.  Has there ever been a more genuine guy on this show than Joe Dirt?  No pretense, no drama, just pure Kentucky Joe.  I was rooting for him to be eliminated.  His Joe-ness is inversely related to J.J.'s rampant uber-douchebaggery. 

Clearly guided by the producers and with nothing better to do on top of a grassy hill overlooking the ocean in Ireland, Joe pretends like he’s falling in love with Kaitlyn.  My guess is that he knows he’s going home eventually and he’s going along for the ride until it ends.

J.J., on the other hand, takes his purple pants and matching loafers on a picnic with Kaitlyn and drops—out of nowhere, mind you—I cheated on my wife three years ago.  Apparently, he’s put that  minor discretion behind him now and he’s ready to make Kaitlyn a stepmom. 

Wow.  Open mouth, insert purple suede loafer.  Subtlety is an art, J.J.  Stupidity is not.  

Kaitlyn feigned shock.  We all know she was more terrified about the prospect of being a step-mom to some dirty-fingered little brat than she was bout marrying J.J. and risking infidelity.  Frankly, I was shocked she didn’t respond, “oh yea?  I’ll see your one affair three years ago and raise you eight at one time one day ago.”  Details.   

Alright, I’ll give him some credit for the honesty.  However, whacking someone in the face with that sort of news is not the way to go, J.J.  Everyone has something he’s not proud of, but dude, ix-nay on the eating-chay right out of the box.  Even a proctologist has the courtesy to engage in a little small talk before the blue glove and KY Jelly come out of the drawer.  He got sent acking-pay.  Joe Dirt had to wait for his Date Rose, however.     

Oh, and by the way.  Where in the hell is the fat guy in the leather hat who helped Roz pack her s*it after she cheated on Jake at his own cocktail party?  Remember when he used to show up, enter the room silently, and remove the bag of the loser?  That was awesome.  Note to Fleiss:  Bring that back.  

Fake Gosling can’t stand it.  He continues to brood in front of the Abbey or whatever that place was.  He’s melting down like a block of Velveeta cheese on Superbowl Sunday.  Dude, if you want a naked female to jump up and down and shake her rear end every time she sees you, get a Labrador.  Otherwise, lighten the hell up. 

Kaitlyn broods on her pre-regret sex/make out/confessional/late night snack eating/interview couch.  The producer tells her that Fake Gosling is on his way up and she waits in dread for his arrival.

“Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door —
Only this, and nothing more."   

--Edgar Allan Poe, The Raven.

She paces amongst her filthy room as the guilt builds.  Shawn spills his emotions but fails to mention her greatest fear: the Nick Situation.  You could literally see the relief on her face when she began to realize that he didn’t know about Nick.  Was I the only one frustrated with the 100th reference to the the “talk off camera” stuff we never heard about?  

Incredibly, once she realizes she has the upper hand she goes with “I’ve been reassuring you and you still are insecure.”  Translation:  Your fault, not mine.  Uncool.  I think we’d all agree.  I believe psychologists refer to that as “Deflection,” which is apparently Kaitlyn’s defense mechanism of choice.   I love the self-defeating behavior cycle.  We’ll see how that turns out for her next week.    

Cocktail Party.

She’s had a tough week.  Boooooo.    

Shawn wears shark skin suit and roller derby socks and continues to brood . . . and sweat . . . and brood . . . and sweat.  I couldn't determine if he was brooding because he was sweating or sweating because he was brooding.    

Kaitlyn gets some one-on-one time with Peter Brady who tells an odd “off camera” story about Fake Gosling, a trip downstairs, and a prolonged shower.  Frankly, I was confused.  He calls her out alleging that he knows that “something’s happened” and she stresses. 

“No doubt I [Kaitlyn] now grew very pale; --but I talked more fluently, and with a heightened voice. Yet the sound increased --and what could I do? It was a low, dull, quick sound --much such a sound as a watch makes when enveloped in cotton. I gasped for breath --and yet [Peter Brady] heard it not. I talked more quickly --more vehemently; but the noise steadily increased.”

–-Edgar Allan Poe, The Tell Tale Heart.

Hearing her own heart beat through her eardrums, Kaitlyn goes directly to the alleged source of her angst:  Nick.  (See “Deflection” above).  She freaks out a bit on Nick.  He’s flabbergasted she can’t keep her mouth shut.  He cries after telling her she’s “worth it” and she buys it.  Nice move.  The entire conversation (predictably) devolves into another pre-bang make out session.  So surface level.  Did anyone miss Ian at this point?  

Harrison shows up in a terrible tie.  Rose Ceremony.

Joe Dirt
Ben H.
Nick
Jared
Chris
Fake Gosling (post heart attack)

Gone.

Ben Z. 
Tanner
J.J.

Ben Z. is upset.  He was blindsided.  He’ll do fine back in San Jose.  Please don’t be the next Bachelor.  Just troll around San Jose with a somber look all over your face.  You’ll be married in no time.    

What. A. Beating. 

Group Date.   

They pack up and head out on a giant bus with leprechauns on the side of it.  That was odd.  They are heading to Kilarney.  But wait.  Kaitlyn pulls up and Jared gets to ride to the Blarney Stone with Kaitlyn.  Boring. 

Kaitlyn drops, “Nothing can go wrong.”  Boom.  That phrase is like the Bat Signal for Harrison.  He bounces up the stairs with a smile on his face and a twist up his sleeve. 

Kaitlyn speaks vaguely about a “mistake.”  “What’s your mistake?” he asks.  Harrison pretends like he doesn’t have any idea she’s slept with Nick even though we all know he’s seen the raw footage. “Off Camera Time,” is introduced as a euphemism for the gratuitous fornication she engaged in with Nick. 

Harrison:  Here’s what we’re going to do.  You’re clearly not capable of either keeping your legs together or of telling the truth about it.  In light of that we’re going to drop the dead weight, narrow it to 3 dudes, let you “even the playing field” in the Fantasy Suites with some "off camera time" with each dude, and after you decide who is horrible in bed, you’ll narrow it to 2 and THEN we’ll do hometowns.  You’re welcome.  I’ll tell the guys.  You stay here and finish your Kegels.  Out.   

Chris gets the “here boy, we’re going to the vet for a ‘check up’” first date.  The only difference between him and an aging pet is that he had no idea he was ABOOT to be put down.     

Helicopter date.  He feels lucky to get the date.  I’m sure Fredo felt lucky to get on the rowboat in the Godfather II. 



Cliffs of Moher.  That was pretty.  In fact, I am at a loss as to why Kaitlyn did not refer to it as the “perfect place to dump someone.”  Fair is fair, right?  Presumably, if there is a perfect place to fall in love, there is a perfect place to dump someone.  Again, guilt-ridden, Kaitlyn breaks down a bit before dropping the hammer without the courtesy of any Novocain.  She gets on “her” helicopter and Chris cries like a little girl on the side of that lonely cliff.  Well, it was lonely until a producer stepped in to ensure he wasn’t going to throw himself off of it.    

And then the episode threw itself off the cliff.  This episode truly was a cliff hanger.  Next week, we’ll see Kaitlyn exhibit some forced “honesty” and then we'll revel in the fallout.  I pray that at least one of the remaining bozos has the stones to go home on his own. 

Have a wonderful week.  In the meantime, if you need me, I’ll be pacing in my royal blue, ill-fitting suit.  DP