Olympic Withdrawal

Yesterday after I finished work, I decided to go home and unwind by watching something on television. My first instinct was to turn to CTV and although my mind knew that the Olympics were done, my heart wouldn't be satisfied without being pulled through the misery of regular programming. So as I channel surfed, trying desperately to find something, anything, that would stimulate my mind and get my adrenaline pumping as much as watching my country win GOLD, I somehow ended up landing on The Bachelor. I don't know how it happened, but I must be a glutton for punishment. Shows like the Bachelor give reality TV a bad name. Wait, is that even possible? I know that's like calling the devil evil, but really, The Bachelor brings cheese and trash to a whole new level. On this season's finale, apparently cheese and trash ended up engaged! I remember watching a couple of episodes of the last season of The Bachellorette and apparently Jake, the guy who was now The Bachelor, was kicked off the show for being "Too Perfect". I have to say that the words HYPOCRITE just kept screaming loudly in my head as he kicked off the *better* of the two final choice of women that he had left on the show. As I tweeted and read my friends FaceBook status', it seems that I was not the only one that held Tenley (the "too perfect" contestant) at such a higher regard. Masses of women and men voiced their opinions about Jake's decision. He chose Vienna, who apparently was the least favourite choice. Watching the show, I had to agree with the masses. My personal opinion based on physical attributes was that Tenley was gorgeous while Vienna looked like a transvestite. My opinion based on the way the two women held themselves was that Tenley looked like the sweet girl next door while Vienna portrayed herself as the trashy girl who refuses to pay her trailer park rent on time. My opinion of their chemistry with Jake, the object of their desire, was that Tenley and Jake seemed like they belonged on a poster for "The Good Life". They were the ideal couple and looked like they would procreate some beautiful little blonde children and have a house with a white picket fence, living the All American Dream. Whereas, Vienna and Jake seem like they're headed for a relationship full of nothing but sexual chemistry and when that fizzles out (as it will when gravity gets a hold of the man-parts that she's trying to hide), she will inevitably cheat or he will wake up and want out... Nonetheless, whatever their future holds, I was sad to see that my past now included the self-inflicted-torturing memories of Jake and Vienna dancing to "The Wings of Love" by J. Osbourne. My Olympic withdrawal is at a maximum. Now I have to sign off so that I can book my flights to London in 2012! See you all across the pond!