Favorite 40-volume series issued by Time-Life Music: Sounds of the Seventies. Favorite backsplash material: Subway tile. Favorite screen legend I pretend wasn’t gay: Cary Grant. Favorite issue you should not even get me started about: Venal, bloodsucking insurance industry. Favorite character from the comic strip “Nancy”: Sluggo, or maybe Rollo. Favorite Little Debbie snack: Nutty Bars. Favorite Monkee: Mike.
Ooooooooh, Fantasy Suite Night! I hope they get room service. Alas, things do not bode well for tonight’s sexy-time romps with Juan Pablo–and not just because in the previews, everyone is variously crying, enraged, or
Rumblings abound of another bachelorette practicing some pre-emptive dumping during this week’s dramatic filler-bloated two-night television event. Poor Juan Pablo just cannot make a good impression using any body part above the neck. To avoid
“We all know by now how awesome he is, but I am super conflicted and I have been for awhile now.” These are the trenchant words spoken by Sharleen in tonight’s profoundly familiar episode of
Despite the fact that his monumental faux pas has been eclipsed by the entire nation of Russia, Juan Pablo is still trying to do damage control over his anti-gay comments a couple of weeks ago.
That bastion of incisive journalism, People.com, interviewed last week’s Bachelor flotsam Elise to shed light on her experience as a human item of bruised produce removed by clerks from the assortment at Whole Foods. They
Okay, they’ve got me confused about episode numbers, sorry about that. Apparently, all these specials and clip conglomeration hours that pass for new shows count among the total episode count for the main branch of
Juan Pablo achieved conclusive American fame this past week when he joined all the other morons who’ve said idiotically offensive things in interviews, and then had to immediately back-pedal with a network PR department-sanctioned mea
Juan Pablo sets off tonight on his journey to find everlasting love and a new entry on his Wikipedia page. Nine women will lose their chance to cleave their flesh with their one and only
In tonight’s introductory “event” (ABC at 8/7 c), mysteriously titled “Countdown to Juan Pablo,” we’ll witness a day in the life of our Season 18 Bachelor, which doubtless includes a session of chest-waxing and a