After last week’s two-hour premiere, I didn’t think I’d be able to stomach another double-helping of The Bachelorette. But it’s amazing what one can accomplish when fueled by BBQ’d foods and beer.

Here’s the gist:

The winners of last week’s first impression roses, Jeremy, Jesse and Richard, got to reside in DeAnna’s mansion while the rest of the gang took the “walk of shame” down to the men’s barracks. Their digs are complete with rickety bunk beds and an outdoor shower without a door or curtain.

One half of the guys took DeAnna on a group date to a private magic club. It was exactly as nerdy as it sounds. They did card tricks, held doves and Jason got some alone time with DeAnna after they disappeared into a box. The other half of the group went on a group date to Dodger Stadium where they serenaded DeAnna with the National Anthem, participated in a home-run derby and fraternized with legendary manager Tommy Lasorda.

Graham was the lucky winner of a non-group date with DeAnna. They flew kites, strolled on the beach and roasted marshmallows. DeAnna was put off by Graham’s lack of relationship experience but he re-gained her trust and nabbed a rose with a few suave words and an invitation to snuggle. Read More »

Who doesn’t enjoy rerun episodes of MADE on MTV? Sure, the show got annoyingly repetitive and started selling out near the end of the series, (what MTV shows don’t? Believe it or not the Real World used to have something to do with its title. And MTV stands for music television…ironic I know.) but overall it was highly enjoyable to watch an angry gothic chick try and make the cheerleading squad or a socially awkward Bible-thumper audition for the step team.

Anyone who ever watched the show undoubtedly considered, if ever given the opportunity, what they themselves would ask to be made into. My sister, (a highly uncoordinated 24-year old with no athletic experience) claims she would want to be made into a dancer. I’m not sure what I’d request. Maybe to learn how to surf. (In accordance to my unconstrained high-pitched glee, the roommates thought I’d either won the lottery or spotted one enormous cockroach. In fact, I’d just seen that Blue Crush was airing on HBO.) Plus, I’d probably get a free trip to California or somewhere nice out of it. Read More »