See also related post on Guilty Pleasures.

Season premiere of The Bachelor.  Or as I like to call it: The One Where He Has To Act Charmed While Twenty-Five Women Embarrass Themselves In A Desperate Attempt To Be Remembered.

Just about every time this chick was on screen, I had to turn away from my TV because I couldn't look directly at her.  It was just so very, very awkward.  And when she got one of the last roses, all I could think of were the poor rose-less women who had to leave knowing that even Wedding Dress Girl got chosen over them.  So much for their self-esteem.