
Dear Brad Womack,
It’s no surprise that back when it was announced you were going to be our bachelor, I was not a happy camper. You were a repeat offender, having been on The Bachelor once before and left not one, but two girls without a proposal. You seemed needy, immature, and a little slippery- basically the carbon copy of any drunk guy I’d meet on a Saturday night on the sidewalk outside the bar after last call. Except you were sober, I was sober, and I still found you that unappealing. God knows how much I thought I’d hate you once things got boozy in the Bachelor mansion.
And at first, you lived up (down?) to my expectations. How many times did you tell us you were a changed man? For crying out loud you brought your therapist on the show just to prove how “in this thing” you were! Call me skeptical, but it looked like a lot of smoke and mirrors covering up a still-damaged man. The fact that you shamelessly made out with all of the girls, openly spilled your woes in exchange for affection, and quickly developed strong feelings for multiple women made me all the more suspicious of your dedication to a very serious, extremely important, Chris Harrison Approved reality dating show.
Did you not get the memo that the emotional well being of nine out of ten midwestern housewives rested in your hands? Did you think you could hand out roses willy nilly? This sh*t is for real, dude! Read More »
















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