"More to Love"? Ehh...

Like the inability to look away from a bad car crash, I watched ABC’s new series More To Love last night. Let’s dive in, shall we?

As the husky, eligible bachelor awaited his princesses with baited breath, the debonair white limo pulled up the drive and came to a dramatic halt. Then the fun began, as the robust beauties unload one-by-one, eager to get their first look at their handsome prince. It didn’t take long for the absolute fragility of the women to become apparent. First came the awkward introduction, then came the teary profession of love. (“I’d marry him, I would!!”) Not a normal sequence of events. It actually made me dread the elimination ceremony because I wasn’t sure these women could handle the rejection. I didn’t want to hang around to see it unfold, but by some inexplicable force of nature, I did.

I watched in awe as the women simultaneously embraced (one woman’s embarrassing first words to the bachelor were, “What’s your favorite food?”) and then resented their weight; they were on a virtual rollercoaster of emotions for a full primetime hour. One minute they’re on the interview set blubbering and carrying on about all of the things their weight has prevented them from accomplishing, and the next they’re wolfing down meat skewers (“I loooove me some good meat on a stick!!”, one exclaimed). Girl, you don’t get pity and meat sticks. Pick one.

Why was ABC providing meat sticks in the first place? They didn’t do that on the regular Bachelor. And as if these women weren’t humiliated enough, did they really have to display their exact weights? I watched in horror as a woman devoured artichoke dip and the words “Amanda, Waitress, 279” lit up the bottom of the screen. In case you couldn’t tell she was obese. Unnecessary ABC, unnecessary.

Look, I don’t want to sound insensitive. In fact, I wholeheartedly believe that looks are radically over-glorified in our society. There’s a misconception that physical beauty and happiness go hand-in-hand—I don’t believe that for a second. I know way too many skinny, gorgeous girls that are absolutely miserable with themselves. In reality, I don’t think the proverbial “secret to happiness” is a secret at all-just have a good heart and feel good about who you are.

Ok, back to the hour of my life I wasted last night. I’m sure there are women on the show who are comfortable with themselves, and to them, I tip my hat. Don’t go changin’. Keep on keepin’ on. The ones that kill me are the women who perpetuate their unhappiness by playing the victim because they’re overweight. If your weight is ruining your life, lose it. Go on a diet. Go for a run. Don’t expect me to feel sorry for you, because I for one have made it a priority my entire life to stay in shape. There are days when I’d rather donate my ovaries than go to the gym, but I do it anyways because I know I’ll feel good about it afterwards.

I don’t mean to sound like a total biatch. I just think people should pony-up and do what it takes to make them happy. If you ask me, life’s too short to be battling 29 other women for one man on national television, especially if you hate yourself while doing it.