Currently obsessed with watching bad tv, having abrasive political opinions, always being right and getting the biggest laugh. She has a husband, 3 kids and a dog. You can probably find an accurate portrayal of her family by Googling “stereotypical white middle class family.” Follow her on Twitter @HeidiRochelle
I’m relatively non-confrontational in my day-to-day life. I thrive on the entertainment of other people’s drama, but prefer a quick-witted, snarky remark or look to a more blatant attack. Insert The Bachelor…
Clearly my pregnancy craving for Sour Patch Kids is a perfect transition into recapping The Bachelor (#thatsnormal) because, I was reminded of a game I’ve played where you ask yourself what your sweet of the day was and what was your sour. Or in the case of this episode of The Bachelor, what made me cringe/laugh from secondhand embarrassment (my sweets, naturally) and what rankled my feminist ideals to the point of pausing the TV while I fumed at my husband (my sours).
By the time I got home from our weekend visiting family, I had 5 hours of The Bachelor sitting in my DVR. Five. Hours. So let’s get to it….
It’ll be a season filled with love that defies the ages and breasts that defy gravity.