Bachelorette Recap – Ep2

I’m back. Who knows for how long? (Spoiler: probably not long as I get lazy easily.)

The Bachelorette isn’t that Ali chick so I’m back on board.

I missed the first episode so I’m coming into this a little late and because of that, I thought I’d have more questions. I don’t. I have just one. Why did casting focus so heavily on men with unisex names or names with letters missing or added.

I’m not saying it’s a bad sign for the calibre or men this year; but I definitely could say that.

Angie goes on a camping date with a married dude and I for one, am disgusted. I am so sick of camping being glamourized in the media. Camping isn’t fun; it’s the ‘after’ scene of an apocalyptic movie. Gross.

Highlights of this date include Angie saying she’s a ‘lady’ and that’s why she won’t share a room with him on the first date. As she finished the sentence I quickly started clearing my schedule in the morning to ensure I’ve got time to read all the Op Eds on women’s media sites about her slut shaming girls who do want to do the dirty on the first date.

The group date is a photoshoot and the producers have seriously upped the ridiculousness this year. Into it.

Wazza (who’s name I only know because it’s tattooed on his back in my favourite ‘such is life’-style font) throws one of the great tantrums and the response from the other men highlights why the Bachelorette is a superior entertainment product to The Bachelor. Instead of consoling him they mock him mercilessly about not being able to hack having balls on his chin. Classic chicken suit gag.

The fuckwit politician from Noosa (story checks out) continues to be a fuckwit on this date.

Wazza leaves. Has Angie missed out on the best bloke? Hard to say. But also, not that hard to say. No; no she hasn’t. Next.

The fuckwit politician admits to being a sexual predator and all around piece of shit and yeah, story checks out.

Noosa’s finest local government representative gets told to leave which is a true testament to Angie being a boss bitch who won’t be forced by producers to keep a fuckwit around just for entertainment purposes. Good for her, bad for me. Thank God we’ve still got Jamie in there to carry the torch.