Since its inception in 2003, The Bachelorette franchise has thrived on a proprietary process that includes plucking a gang of minimally-employed strong-jawed Brads from society, funneling alcohol down their throats for six weeks, and the person who can physically stand at the end of it is gifted a

I woke up to an avalanche of tweets about this doofus on the Bachelorette last night, Bennett Andrew Jordan. I guess he’s a Harvard grad, and everyone was cracking jokes about how he insists on letting everyone know he went to Harvard right off the bat. It’s a pretty worn out stereotype, that joke

The Bachelor is a great show because you can witness two people get married the morning after one of them does intercourse with someone totally different and we all just tacitly accept it and my girlfriend starts crying and I’m like “he was literally just at Kelsey’s bungalow what the fuck” and

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Dye7m4Dnrjs It pains me to admit but I’ve watched a couple full seasons of the Bachelor/Bachelorette. Willingly. Without a girlfriend. And with a glass of wine. And freshly painted finger nails. Yep, but in my defense, it wasn’t because I believed in the concept:

Just a little New Years Eve Eve celebration last night with a few of my bests #miaminights #nyeinmiami #twomoredays #areyouready #bachelornation A post shared by Rachel Lindsay (@therachlindsay) on Dec 31, 2016 at 3:14pm PST “It’s my journey in finding love. And whether that person...