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I appreciate junk television for its instructive value. No really. I am sure there are plenty of other ways for me to teach my daughter my values, but watching The Bachelor together, something she really wants to do, seems like a good way. Where else do I get to point out that the young lady so carefully dressed and coiffed and made up, has just erased all that by falling down, a little tipsy, at the cocktail hour? Where else do we get to witness together as objective third parties, the too low-cut dresses and too short short-shorts because we are actually seeing across the miles and into our home more high definition body parts than we want, no matter how cute the clothes around them? And where else do I get the chance to point out that I like the guy because he has sent home the girl who admits to playing up her injury roller skating just to ply more time from him?

The whole contrived situation of twenty-five women and one bachelor all ‘looking for love’ is pretty ridiculous, but just getting to say that and to have a reason to hold conversations about actually finding love is worth the farce.

Besides this my daughter helped me out all day today, not to mention all weekend. We painted woodwork together, then she did several loads of laundry and even helped me fold things and put them away, then she took out the garbage, and put away dishes, walked the dog, and otherwise made it quite possible for us to keep a schedule we wanted. We wanted to be able to walk together on the beach and go out to dinner with friends and see a movie, and do other fun things that did not have to do with housework. She works hard in high school, and works hard at the all-day work day our church sponsors in a nearby town.

So, looking forward to The Bachelor on television tonight seems quite fitting. Should we not balance our lives with mindless drivel and contrived lives to entertain and instruct ourselves?