Real ugliness and The Bachelor Pad
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Oh no. My mom is watching “Bachelor Pad.” My mom, who once thought Dancing with the Stars was too “racy” is watching a bunch of fabulously fit people running around in a house in swimsuits doing…well, I don’t know what they’re doing. I know that there’s $250,000 on the line, so lying, cheating and backstabbing will ensue.
To her credit, my mom was properly appalled by a “game” where the young women stood in white bikinis with their backs turned and targets painted on their backs. The men were brought out one by one and asked a series of questions about the women, culminating in “Which one of these women is least attractive to you?”
The men indicated their answer by chucking a paint-filled egg at the woman who was the answer to their question.
One woman was their overwhelming choice. Almost every guy tried to nail her with the paint egg signifying lack of attraction. She was a little more curvy than the other women, and one of the toothy tanned douches had dismissed her as “thick” (which I guess is modern douche-code for “fat” – which she certainly was not).
After the competition, she burst into tears, as anyone would, and I felt a momentary pang. The game was terrible, of course, and any woman would feel pretty rotten after being nailed with seven or eight Paint Eggs of Ultimate Unattractiveness.
But then here’s what she said, and I went to the ABC website so I could get it verbatim:
It was painful, but emotionally it was more painful to hear the guys say that they’re not attracted to me. Because I’m naturally just more curvaceous and nothing on me is fake, unlike half of the girls here who are naturally more skinny and have fake boobs.
It’s just like it’s hurful, especially when there’s someone like Ella, who is way bigger than I am and I don’t think she’s pretty. So now like all the girls can feel more conceited than me and can feel more attractive than me even someone like Ella – she can feel better than me.”
Wow. Wow. This woman’s whole frame of reference of beauty and attractiveness is if someone is “bigger” than she is, and she’s dismayed because now – with the approval of the men – the other woman can feel better, “more conceited” about herself.
There are so many things wrong with that that I’m not quite sure where to start. But I can say that I don’t think the men were looking at her curves and deciding she was unattractive. There are plenty of gorgeous, large women out there who are sexy as hell. I’m thinking the men had seen into this woman’s heart, and they rightly saw the ugliness within, and that’s when they let the paint eggs fly.