Tiny Dancer Part 1: YEESSSSUH.
Babies, we reluctantly return to ABC for the continuation of
the Bachelorette night #1, which we are choosing to call Part 1 because now we
have a reason for typing these next few month.
First let’s drag it out:
We see Chris Harrison, who picks Britt up at a random
outdoor fireplace because that is where one sits in a white dress. He tells her that the majority of the tribe
has spoken, and they have not chosen her.
YES YES YES YES. And also, YESSSSSUH.
Britt is Fevastated (fake devastated). She brushes a nonexistent tear, says she met
a lot of amazing people, and that she was glad to be a part of that. We are mesmerized by the finger shield that
she is wearing, masquerading as a ring.
It is like a tiny surfboard or alternatively, the ultimate weapon in
thumb wars. Britt gets in the limo and
starts to cry.
KMu: “This makes me
small, but we are going to enjoy this.”
Britt: “I want to be
a wife and mother more than anything in the world. I almost wish I hadn’t met the men because
now it’s harder.”
KMu: “Because this is
the only place you can possibly meet a man.”
Britt: “I don’t know
how many times I can put my heart out there.
What I need to be doing differently.”
[Silence from the peanut gallery because um, yeah]
KMu: “Now I feel bad
for her.”
This Author: “I don’t.”
As Britt sobs herself down the road after the serious
devastation of walking away from 25 men she just met, Chris Harrison tells
Kaitlyn that she is the bachelorette. “I
feel like I’m going to throw up!” says that Tiny Dancer, endearing herself to
us forever. Except she too is wearing a
finger shield, causing us all to question The Dictates of Fashion These Days.
“The rest of this journey is s about you finding love, and I
will do everything in my power to help you do that.” Says Chris Harrison.
“Including sleep with you” mutters this Author.
Kaitlyn calls her mother to share the good news. “I’m so proud of you!” the mother says. If
this Author were the bachelorette, our Father’s reaction would be more along
the lines of “really? Well . . . Good luck.”
And just like that, Kaitlyn begins 1:1 time with various men
who all blur together because there are Just.
Too. Many. Ian the Princeton
runner grabs her first. As she tells him
she feels like the “luckiest woman,” he tells her, “no, you are THE woman” and
we all swoon. Joshua the welder gives
her his welded rose, which she thinks is “HOT” because he made it himself. We also wonder if he made his khaki vest out
of the extra material from his Khaki pants.
All too soon, the first impression rose comes out. The men begin talking about how “anyone”
could get the rose, and also, how the “Britt team” ought to be nervous. The Healer, who was part of that team, sits by
himself In Conflict. Lo, for he had come
to the show focusing on Kaitlyn, but then had made a deep connection with
Britt, and now there is “only one drinking fountain and we all have to stand in
line. And I am almost ready to go home
and dig my own well.” While we will
acknowledge that looking for a partner is not dissimilar to digging a ditch in
a third world country, we cannot imagine that the Healer would do well at
either of those things, real or allegorious.
We feel rage towards LL Cool J, who was heavily Team Britt
but is now coming on to Kaitlyn with a “hey gorgeous.” And some fitness professional, which means it’s
probably one of the Bens, is telling her that there is nothing more satisfying
than taking someone from couch potato to 5K.
Jared the restaurant manager
admits to Kaitlyn that he is happy he is there, but he wants to make sure he
knows that he voted for Britt so that the air is clear between them. We actually appreciate that, as well as spicy
cheese and regular mustard on our six inch turkey sub.
But Brody, the Nashville Singer is all upset because The
Britt is Gone. Gentle readers, he doesn’t
“know what to do with my emotions.” We
try to care but he really dings the Ick Meter, and so we don’t.
As Kaitlyn tries to figure out who is actually there for
her, JJ the Pucker reveals to her that he has a three year old daughter. She says she takes him more seriously because
of that, and then tells the camera that she is “super, SUPER into JJ.” We are not seeing it.
Then the Dentist swoops in and kisses Kaitlyn. WHOA. “The
dentist has got wheels!!” she says. None
of us expected that. We don’t know how
to feel. Before we can fully digest, we
are off to 1:1 time with Bart Simpson, followed by 1:1 time with Taylor Swift’s
New Boyfriend Calvin Harris. This Author
is super confused by our attraction to The Boyfriend.
“Have you seen the notebook?” asks KMu.
“Have you seen the notebook?” asks KMu.
And we must agree that The Boyfriend is not dissimilar to
Ryan Gosling, who is not really Our Thing, but with enough Ichabod Crane thrown
in that perhaps that is What Is Doing It.
Hm.
In any event, Kaitlyn gives The Boyfriend the First
Impression rose and they kiss. She is Overwhelmed with the emotion, which
apparently feels like a first kiss in junior high to her. We are not sure that is something anyone
wants to re-experience but ok.
Now the Rose Ceremony is upon us. Joining The Boyfriend with roses, she picks:
1. The Dentist
2. Ben H. (we don’t know who this is but he is
probably a fitness professional).
3. JJ, the pucker.
4. Bart Simpson
5. LL Cool Jay (who voted for Britt. Ooooo).
6. Daniel the fashion designer, in extremely skinny
pants and an ascot (who also voted for Britt. Double Oooo).
7. Ryan B – whoever he is.
8. The Welder a/k/a Flashdance
9. Tony the Healer.
WHAT?!
Suddenly, Nashville Brody steps
out of the crown to pull Kaitlyn away.
He tells Kaitlyn that he is impressed with her, but that “now it’s time
for me to take a risk. And my heart is
with the woman that left a couple hours ago…. I’m going to go find Britt and
see if she is open to finding love.” He then grabs Chris Harrison and wanders
off. Oh dear.
Kaitlyn takes a deep breath and
continues with:
10. Clint
11. A Cory/Corey
12. John Legend (Noooo!!! He was team Britt too!)
13. Another
Cory/Corey
14. Ben a fitness trainer. Crap, maybe the first Ben worked in Finance.
15. Tanner a/k/a Michael Scott from The Office
16. Ian of the Hotness.
17. Justin, yet another fitness trainer.
18. Just Jared the restauranteer.
We probably left someone out in there, but oh well.
The Sex Couch and Stripper for Justice go home, as does
David and some other dude we don’t know.
Just like that, we are treated to a preview of the shit show
to come. There is jumping in a pool
fully clothed, horse riding, a Labyrinth dream sequence, sumo wrestling,
fireworks, and a seagull screaming “I’m a mother fucking bird!” But
then, CRISIS, for Nick from Season Prosecutrix has shown up.
“Hello Clarice” we hear, unbidden, in our right ear, and a shiver
goes up our spine.
Apparently, Nick and Kaitlyn hit it off, kissing in all the
dark corners as the other men fume and declare their distrust. Ew. Even worse, Kaitlyn admits to her suitors, for
the first time in any Bachelor/Bachelorette’s history on this show, that she has
slept with one of the contestants and feels horrible about it.
We are going to make ourselves very clear on this: While Kaitlyn’s decision apparently is going
to be a big part of Season Tiny Dancer, none of us at the BNU will vilify Kaitlyn
for sleeping with one of her suitors, feeling like it was a mistake, or about
owning that mistake. It has been happening since Christ was a Child on this
show, with varying levels of deliberateness or regret, and no one has had the
ovaries to own it until now. So Kaitlyn,
we stand behind you. But full
disclosure: If it is Nick that is the
naked man running through the golf course in his socks, we are totally going to
make a joke about that one.
As we think about what is to come, we see Brody in a pair of
skinny jeans, looking really worse for wear, approaching the hotel room of a
crying Britt. He can’t wait to see her
face.
Neither can we gentle readers. Neither. Can. We.
-KLo
4 Comments:
You had me at Fevastated (fake devastated).
Hello Clarice!!! Brilliant, LOL. A census taker once tried to test me. I ate his liver with some fava beans and a nice chianti.
“Hello Clarice” we hear.... and I silently stifle snorts at my desk
Thank you, gentle readers!!
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