I am not the reality TV type, but I am weirdly in love with the Bachelor/Bachelorette series. I don't know if it's their emphasis on fairytales and happily ever afters that take my back to my Disney days, but once Monday comes around I am unhealthily anticipating each episode that airs. I am constantly pushing one of my single friends to audition, just to see the possibility of finding a relationship on a TV show, but also being able to travel the world without having it be a financial burden. That's when I remembered an old NY times article about the psychology behind reality TV shows, and once I pulled it out- I realized that Bachelor was also psycho-analyzed.
"The Bachelor” isn’t really about dating or marriage. It pretends to be about romance by using props like red roses and satin evening wear and shimmering-wet driveways so that it looks as if the mansion just got hit by a John-Cusack-movie rain, but it’s really about science — which you might even think of as the opposite of romance, especially if you aren’t a scientist. In fact, if “Survivor” is about being unable to escape who you really are when you’re dropped into uncomfortable conditions, then I would say that “The Bachelor” is about forgetting who you really are when everybody around you gets lost in the same overpowering fiction. The show is this generation’s Stanford Prison Experiment. "The Bachelor" is the prison guard, and his potential fiancées are the inmates.
Even with all of their crazy rules and regulations, I still can't let myself not watch a season (I refer to it as my "guilty pleasure").
PS: Shawn/Ben for the win