Handing back the Rose: what The Bachelor has taught us about broken engagements
One minute he was the Bachelor. The next minute, to the disappointment of Barry-White-voice-loving women everywhere, he was suddenly engaged. In South Africa by the way – how exotic. And then, shock horror, it was all off. Poor ol’ Sam - if they can’t make it, what hope do the rest of us mere mortals have? And apparently, Lisa was pregnant. But really, she wasn’t. And now? Louise is the object of his affection. I just can’t keep up. Who would ever have thought that there would be such a dramatic and surprising ending to such a sophisticated and scholarly example of reality television?
Just in case you’re not picking up what I’m putting down, yes, that was an oxymoron, and, yes I’m being facetious. I haven’t had my morning coffee yet. But what lesson can we all take away from this whole fracas? Spare a thought for the engagement ring that was presented to Blake’s beloved betrothed, albeit short lived. That sparkly little number from the most highly named-dropped jeweller in Sydney. Who shall remain unnamed. Unless they agree to pay me a commission. In diamonds. #BUNDAFORROSIE – you are my inspiration.