I assumed it was the kind of person whom I would loosely describe as part of “the problem,” the problem being sexism, war, the death of culture, tackiness, babies having babies, and the general feeling that there isn’t a surface left in America that a black light wouldn’t reveal to be tainted with someone’s shameful, Cheesecake Factory–laced DNA. But then one evening my friend Kate came over and we were drinking wine, and we wanted some TV to drink to, and it just so happened that the premiere episode of season 18 of The Bachelor was on. Hahaha, let’s watch this as a joke, we said. And forty minutes later I realized I was feeling this warm, happy feeling, and when I took a moment to think about what it was, I had no other choice but to recognize that it was enjoyment. And not just a little of it. A tidal wave. And as soon as I started reaching out to see if anyone else I knew had experienced this sensation, I was surprised to find out how many respectable, hardworking, college-educated people, male and female, also are willing—desperate even—to talk about this ridiculous, incredible show.
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