"The Bachelor" makes me want to puke, in Rome.

I don't know why I watch this show. Year after year, ABC finds a good-looking wealthy bachelor to star in their show and surrounds him with a bevy of beautiful young women, all vying for his attention and "love". The premise: eligible bachelors are hard to come by, but beautiful young bachelorettes are a dime a dozen. Another assumption: it's hard to find a bachelor who wants to settle down, but every single woman in her 20's can't wait to find her one and only. And yet another not so subtle message to women: You better find your soul-mate when you're young, because no one's going to want you once you hit 30. Don't think the show is that crude eh? Last week, episode 2 I believe, our bachelor Lorenzo eliminated every single woman above the 30 mark. What is the bachelor's age you ask? He's 34, and kind of a douche. The guy has absolutely NO personality. He reminds me of a muppet, and seems to look blankly into space, or cleavage, most of the time. Though the quiet, stupid type can entertain a girl with perks like diamonds and tours of the Tuscan wine country, something tells me his charm won't last long off camera.

Oh Lorenzo! Take me away on your aeroplane to Roma. But then please fly back, and quick. I want to enjoy the scenery.