I only began watching The Bachelor (and Bachelorette, respectively) within the last couple of years. During my freshman winter quarter, my roommate and I would curl up in our dorm and avidly debate who we thought would win Nick Viall’s heart (does that name date me?). It soon became a social activity, one where our friends would come and watch with us- even a few of our guy friends would stand in the doorway and weigh in. Since then, it has been a loose tradition in my life, one kept with the various roommates, housemates, and friends I have had.Â
The premise of the show is absurd. One man searches for his perfect wife, out of thirty young, usually former pageant models vying for his attention. The Bachelor (who has historically always been a cis white man) wines and dines “the women,” often on bizarre group dates and trips to exotic locations. In the end, there is a “winner” and a televised proposal in the two-hour season finale. Try explaining this plot line to your parents and you’ll realize how insane it all sounds.Â
As Peter’s season comes to an end, consider the implications of the show’s international success, and the greater message the show generates to its millions of viewers.