I don't know about you, but I've been sucked into my share of reality TV shows.
The Biggest Loser. The Amazing Race. Extreme Makeover: Home Edition.
Currently: the Bachelor.
Let me start off by saying that there is no way I could ever be on the Bachelor. No chance, not happening.
First of all, I am not skinny enough. Nor do I open up easily enough.
And that's fine with me.
But it's fascinating to watch these women act like idiots over a man they have just meant and are all (or most) convinced they are in love. In lust, most likely. In like, very possible. But in love, with a man you've known a few days/weeks and are sharing with ten other women. That is beyond me.
Yet I am staying awake for the end of the show. And I even took two Tylenol PM to quell my head ache.
If that's not commitment, I don't know what is.