An open letter to the cast of The Bachelor:
- You are “women” and not “girls”. Call it what it is, please. Besides, many of you are concealing wrinkles and gray hairs.
- You are allowed to shop at other places besides Joyce Leslie. Your hairclips and espadrilles are killing me.
- ”Account executive”, “entrepreneur” and “business investor” are not occupations. There is no nice way to say you are a temp at the local H&R Block.
- Kill yourselves.
What, is the bachelor going to beat his future bride to death? I feel so dirty for watching. I think I threw up in my mouth a little bit.
So, my brother, who for years listened to nothing but Bjork, had to be educated by yours truly about the other types of music out there. Namely, good music. Now, why does he derve to work in artist relations for a music distributor? And why does he get to hobknob with members of Guided By Voices and The Strokes?
I forgot who, but someone I know loves The Adventures of Pete and Pete. Whowever you are, feast on this.