I’m not alone. Single Mom Seeking lets her kid watch the Bachelor, too. She asked if she could link to my post about watching the Bachelor with my daughter and I said, “sure,” then tried to justify letting my kid digest visual sewage. I admitted it was a selfish thing to do. I want to watch it and it’s on at 7 here in Hawaii and I don’t have TiVo. I think that’s what I need (TiVo) but I feel funny spending money on that sort of thing. TiVo sponsorship anyone? That would sure show Rachel Ross. She’s sponsored by all sorts of things because she runs triathalons. What if I got sponsored for watching T.V? Dream job right there.
Anyway, so I admitted it’s selfish, but I also found that T.V has given my daughter and I some good dialogue prompts, and at least with T.V I can comment on choices and behavior. I can judge whereas with one of her goddamn awful princess books, it’s a bit harder to commentate without killing the magic of a fairy tale. Also, I let her watch certain things, American Idol, for example, because her social commentary is so entertaining and so revealing–about her, gender, what she learns in school, and what she learns from me. It’s not always profound, of course– it’s just cool to see things through her eyes.
“That boy is whiny,” she said about Jason’s four-year-old. “He needs to eat something.”
We’re done with the Bachelor, however. I’m bored of it anyway, and as Rachel said in her post the contestants are getting narrowed down and so Jason will probably start sleeping with ‘em. Don’t want those kind of dialogue prompts just yet. So what did we get out of our last episode of the Bachelor? We learned that the kind of girls who go on the show are also the kind of girls, women, I should say, who overuse the word, “Yey.”

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