Despite being a feminist of the first order, I’ve been memorised by The Bachelor. For those uninitiated The Bachelor is an American format dating show.
With a difference.
You see, The Batchelor has roses. But only enough for those who tickle the titular Batchelor’s favour.
The rest are off the island and sent to Instagram oblivion.
Of course, I was surprised when I actually found myself watching. AND not just watching, but actually enjoying, The Bachelor (Kiwi version 1.0)
Why? Surely it is the epitome of sexist, misogynistic crap?
I have to answer in Kiwi.
Yeah, but nah.
You see The Bachelor, Kiwi style has had a few key differences from the US version. In our case, as is kinda typical given the general independent attitude of NZ women, we played the game according to our rules.
Nowhere else in the world where this format has played have women – en masse – opted out.
You heard. Kiwi women contestants decided to vote themselves off the island if they felt the Bachelor wasn’t their cup of pheromones. Three Kiwi women have exited the show – of their own volition.
Then there was the Kiwification of the Beauty Contest.
The Bachelorettes were asked to don bikinis and prance through a tropical garden, for the poor suffering (and I believe he was) Bachelor’s delectation.
They did. But, nah, they didn’t.
They pranced and posed, but most importantly they took the piss.
Even Art the Bachelor was smiling at the end.
So, tonight is the second to last outing of Art and his abs. Who will win his heart? Or at least, the first segment to the first spool of TVcs?
Settle in Vixens, I’ll keep you posted.