Gross.

I am the first to admit I watch terrible TV. Mindless trash. My downtime at night, in between crafting, kitty cuddles, and training runs is TLC and some choice reality shows. But I think even I have reached a point of complete and utter bewilderment.

First, I turned on the boob tube during dinner and some stupid Hollywood show was reporting on last night's college football game. Apparently at one point the cameras panned the crowd and focused in on the girlfriend of one of the quarterbacks. I gather, as Miss Alabama, she's a pretty girl, and her twitter followers went from less than 1000 before the game to 100,000+ by nights end. The news reporter finished the broadcast with:

"[what's her name] graduated from X university, cum laude, with a 3.5 GPA, a 24" waist and a 34" bust..."

Im sorry, but WTF? Her GPA followed by her boob size? This is news? If so, why aren't they reporting on the size of the quarterback's dink (sorry mom...)

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Then... Shameful, I know, but I watched the first episode of The Bachelor. In my defense, I wasn't going to but dammnit Big Guy talked me into just watching the first one. So I did. And one of the contestants is a beautiful young woman who happens to have been born with only have one arm. She's a funny, intelligent, smart, advertising executive on the show looking for love (aren't they all?) So there she is, all sad and teary, pouring her heart out on camera about how she can't find love and the only reason she can fathom why she's still single is because of the missing arm...

Fast forward, and the bachelor arrives to give her a rose, saying the 3.4 minutes they shared wasn't enough for him and he hoped they could talk more later. Ad Exec is now elated. Direct quote:

"This rose means so much. It's validation that I'm good enough and I'm interesting enough for someone to want to keep me around. It's a huge symbol of empowerment and confidence and love."

A rose. On the Bachelor. This is validation for you, when you've grown up in the USA with only one arm overcoming daily obstacles and stigma. When you've graduated from a US college with no doubt an inevitable mountain of student debt which you are presumably paying off with your successful career in design. And a douche bag giving you a sloppy seconds rose because he liked the way you looked in your tight cocktail dress is a source of empowerment. Amazing. Great. Super.

Sometimes I hate people.