On Monday night I wasted hours watching the finale of "The Bachelor." If I would just treat it as any other scripted show it wouldn't bother me more than any other soap opera. The problem is it isn't supposed to be scripted and something about the whole thing really continues to bother me.
If you don't watch it, consider yourself lucky. Essentially, the guy chose a girl, proposed, and decided 6 weeks later that he actually wanted to be with the girl he rejected. Then he dumped his fiancée ON TV and 10 minutes later asked the other girl if they could, you know, give it a go and then had his tongue down her throat. The basic recap.
The reason this bugs me so much, I think, is that here is a guy who has a kid, has been going on about how hurt he's been in relationships and how sensitive he is from being hurt so much, how he knows what he wants and he wants to settle down with someone special to help raise his son, and yet this is the kind of crap he pulls. It's like proof that my lack of trust in single(ish) men is well-founded, that they are always looking for something better. And that has thrown me, because I was really hoping that I've just had lousy luck with men and that there really are decent single ones out there. But this kind of points out that maybe there just aren't.
If any of you can prove otherwise I'd be interested to see your research. The only saving grace is knowing some really decent guys who are married/committed and thinking it's just Vancouver that totally sucks ass.
Anyway...
The baking problem continues. I had my friend Christine over for dinner yesterday and made black & tan cupcakes for dessert. The icing didn't work out (I tried to halve the recipe and put too much lager in it), so it wound up being just the black part. Today I need to fix it somehow, and get some flour so I can make banana bread with the defrosted bananas stinking up my fridge. I looked through the small batch baking book again and realised the cakes are mostly all baked in cans, making them quite small and tempting. I probably don't need cake on a weekly basis, but being able to make one at the drop of the hat is somehow comforting.
I can't remember how much stuff I should be pulling together for my taxes, so I'm not sure if I should send it all off to my accountant so I can get my return (fingers crossed!) or hold off since I just want to make sure I have money for Chicago. I'm impatient, so I'll probably just send it off.
Oh, I got a hair cut yesterday and my stylist/friend talked me into getting my colour touched up because she's done work at the end of the month and is getting pretty booked up. I don't know what I'm going to do while she's on mat leave; she's the first stylist I've trusted ever to do my hair, so I'm concerned about temporarily seeing someone else. It looked a bit Farrah Fawcett when she was done, which was pretty OK, but I'll never be able to recreate it. Probably for the best.
Off to work, then to prep for classes on Friday.
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