"The Bacholerette" vs. "Old Yeller"

Since March, my life has revolved around studying senseless insurance facts round the clock for virtually test after test after test.  Today was my last one and I passed....which is why I have time to share this little tidbit of wisdom with my followers.  Last night I basically decided to "hell with it"....if I pass I pass....you know kind of like my college days.  So I scanned the channels for some quality TV....
my choices were as follows:  "Tin Cup" with Kevin Costner (which Charter must own the rights too because it is on every channel almost daily), both "Where the Red Fern Grows" and "Old Yeller" (not interested in doggie death dramas especially when one of them involves a yellow lab) and "The Bacholerette".  Now I could have watched one of the thousands of ESPN channels....but I picked "The Bacholerette".  Sigh.  You know....I've never really been a fan, but I have been known to watch it, but last night just really got me.  Little Miss Emily could get herself a man with that southern accent, that gorgeous body and that money.......she does not need to go on TV to find a man.  Why don't they find a girl that really needs help finding a man??  A girl with flaws.....one with a zit.  Or glasses.  Or buck-teeth.  Or a big butt.  I mean, do they all have to be so perfect.  And those "pretty boy" men.....if I were her........I would have eliminated half of them for being corny last night.  For example, "I'm a biology teacher, but I want to have chemistry with you"....really.  Next. And a helicopter entrance...let's get real.    And a glass slipper that just happens to fit. Gag.  Not one of those guys were a little pudgy, or bald, or unemployed or just plain "bless his heart".  They were entrepreneurs, ad exes, a grain stimulator (had to look that one up)....and on and on.  I want to see a Bacholerette that is real....maybe she has a couple pounds on her and drives a red honda and lives with her parents....I mean...I'm just saying.  Maybe she has no idea what she wants to do with her life.  But she would like to see some diversity among the "pretty boys"...some older, some younger, some "bless his hearts".  Somebody that works down at Tractor Supply....just an example.  Everybody doesn't have to be so freaking perfect.  It was nauseating....so it was back to "Old Yeller".....you know...reality.  A box of tissues later....I decided maybe reading about disability insurance wouldn't have been so bad.......