TV-Induced Shame Spiral

I am not a big fan of reality TV (if you don't count dance competitions).  In fact, I tend to poke fun at people (read: Amber) who get deeply involved in say, Jersey Shore.  I have on more than one occasion mocked the Kardashians and those who "keep up" with them.  I don't watch anything on the Style Network (mostly because I don't have cable).  And until tonight, I had never watched more than five or ten minutes of The Bachelor. 

I don't really know how it happened.  I think I just ran out of things to watch and turned it on.  Before I knew it, I was screaming at the TV about who should get a rose.  It's insane!  These grown women competing over a man like he's the last one on Earth, scheming and debating, going on these elaborate dates.  I want to hate it.  I feel like I should hate it.  But what I'm finding is that I kind of like it.  And I definitely have strong opinions about it.  For instance, I want Michelle gone.  She's nuts, and while MTV's Real World (before it was just about sleeping around) has shown us that it's important to the narrative to have a complete nutbag in the house, it's annoying.  I love Emily.  She's adorable!  But I think she's almost too good for Reality TV Ken, I mean, Brad.  If loving this show is wrong, I'm not sure I can be right.

See?  This is what I am talking about.  Amber, consider this my official apology.  But this doesn't mean that I won't mock you the next time you get offline to watch Snooki.  Some things are still just wrong...