Three hours of Bachelor Finale Hell, and thirty-one seasons in we now get uncut, unedited footage for the first time in the shows distorted history. WTF is wrong with this crazy show?


First, let’s take a look at the whole idea of putting twenty-five women through the process of hoping this is their magic opportunity, then destroying one of them, who gets cut at the final moment. Why would anyone subject themselves to that heartache? For the one who does dodge that misfortune, how can they ever truly know he has gotten over those feelings for that other woman? Even more disturbing, millions of people watch this shit every single time.  


Secondly, are people so gullible that they perceive this as actual reality? It’s a testament to the emotional dysfunction of our modern American culture. Seeing yourself within the context of a reality television show should scare the fuck out of anyone caught up in such a dilemma. These contestants subject themselves to an opportunity to be elevated to celebrity like status, in exchange for a little emotional humiliation. 


The whole problem for me is that the masses of these personal stories are actually people’s lives being objectified to market some advertising. If we watch, we show support for this heinous distortion of something so emotionally difficult to actually endure. Broken hearts and crushed hopes aren’t something to subject people to for the sake of entertainment. This is the realm of fictional depiction from creative geniuses touching that nerve we all can relate with. Not actual experienced tragedy displayed in between commercial breaks, portrayed as real life, yet scripted and edited to give it the perfect production touches. 

  #bachelornation bullshit 



  “we feel, yet we don’t understand why...” 



The story of life is widely misrepresented by the myths and legends permeating our short period of existence with the capacity to express what that means. A hundred years of progress feels like all of time memorial. A generation connects with what they view as their privilege, and dismisses the acknowledgement of the past as the precursor to today. The challenges of tomorrow lie dormant in the vision of today. We fail to imagine what lives in the future, if we bask within the jaded accomplishments of the past. You can’t see tomorrow, if you don’t recognize today...



   “...we live as though”




The future of life for this planet comes with the acknowledgement of its ties to the abundance of the universe absent from the exploitation of the precious scarcity we focus on. Carbon and water provide the life we know, with all of its written history. Nuclear fusion is the gateway to life’s extension beyond our moral inabilities with practices such as greed and power. Reckless profitability has corrupted our ability to perceive the best path for sustainability of everything. Instead we promote justice and a symbolic righteousness for building fear is much easier than creating understanding. 


     “...birthday cake”

   “...birthday cake”



Ever think about why numbing the mind is so popular? Life is so fucking everything except easy, that we are consumed in subjugating its presence with a more appealing alternative to the reality we have to face. This has been building from the dawn of the written word, and the stories that lead to the advent of concepts such as religion. We are drawn to the type of fantasy that relieves the anxiety of the finality of life, and the unknown of anything beyond death. Every layer of technological advancement, jacks the boundaries for our capacity to create this fantasy alternative. Today, the ability to create content is exponential to just a half a century ago. Smartphones possess the ability to produce, edit, and distribute feature length and quality shows. The youth of the modern world spend countless hours, starting at insanely early ages, engaged in the art of distraction. What happens to the state of the future self, if so much is available to ignore the calling from within? Will we just pretend to live underneath this shell of a reality, painted with the imaginary details of a relevant distraction...

What is falling to the way side in all of this is the relative social concept of how we became the dominant species of this planet. Our ability to communicate face to face in small communal groups, linked to one another by social strands into cities and regions. Not the isolationist shitstorm sweeping across the alt-right, but the anthropological connections forming us into bands of 125 or so members. This social capacity of our ancestors, propelled us out of the forrest and into the city. Maybe all of this is simply the evolution of our kind into the next development of this social trajectory. I totally get the convenience of the long distance access to the instant thoughts of others around the planet, hell most of those reading this are folks from all over, that I have no personal connection to. Yet, I don't circumvent the actual face to face relationships of my local friends with this platform of communication. There's an evolutionary purpose behind the 42 facial muscles and their ability to convey our thoughts and intentions. 

Oh, by the way, tomorrow is Valentine's Day...