This boomer grows wiser … with a little help from “The Bachelor”

This seems a good story for Valentine’s Day: a baby boomer who finds reflections of real love in the contrived love of TV’s “The Bachelor.” Montreal’s Wendy Reichental is a devoted viewer, because for her, the much-ridiculed reality show is a reminder of how much we all just want to be loved. After Toronto’s Globe and Mail ran her essay about it, she said we could too.

The reaction I receive when I admit to people that I love watching TV’s “The Bachelor” (now in its 23rd season) is that of condemnation and concern for my wellbeing.

Here’s how the show works: Over the course of several weeks, a bachelor and a gaggle of promising and prepossessing suitors crisscross various cities and countries. They jump feet first onto some of the most exotic beaches around the world before quenching their thirst at a “Cocktail Elimination Party.” At the “Elimination Ceremony,”—also known as a “Rose Ceremony”— if you do not receive a rose, you are sent packing.

The season concludes with a much-anticipated dramatic finale leaving the eligible bachelor at the altar to make a final selection between two last contestants, with one rose and an all-important potential proposal still left on the table. All of this will end with tears. Lots and lots of tears.

In the interest of full disclosure, I have been watching The Bachelor since it premiered. I came across it quite by accident while visiting my mom at her condo. Mom, then in her 80s and living alone, was hard of hearing and refused to consider any form of amplification. But what she fully accepted and did need most of all was company and comfort. When I stumbled upon a show that paraded an array of sequin-clad beautiful women coming out of a limousine and introducing themselves to an easy-on-the-eyes bachelor, I was intrigued and so was my mom.

Writer Wendy Reichental.

Happily, it turns out that dialogue is not the most important feature of these programs. The scenery is. My mom was instantly entertained, and this ritual of watching The Bachelor together was something my mom and I looked forward to every week. For me, those cherished memories of our time spent together speculating on who will be next to get eliminated or wondering whether there will be any wedding bells at all, will always hold a special place in my heart.

Then I noticed that this TV show provided me with yet another unexpected enjoyable side effect.

There is no disputing that The Bachelor (or its counterpart The Bachelorette) is mindless drivel; no one is comparing it to PBS’s Downton Abbey or suggesting that it has the caliber of a Shakespearean tragedy, although passionately charged elements do present themselves. However, for me, this TV series has been nothing but therapeutic, not to mention a pleasant diversion from CNN. I set my judgement aside but not my bag of butter-flavored smart popcorn, and allow myself permission to be all in and fully subsumed.

What this TV program manages to spark— despite unfortunate controversies every season— is permission for me to spool backwards in time and reminisce about my own dating nightmares… oops, I mean experiences. Not all were horrible, but all of them invoked the same giddy anxiety-ridden sentiments. As I watch the latest Bachelor/Reality-TV star embark on his or her rose-petaled path to matrimony, I relive how I met my own Prince Charming and what that immediate attraction felt like and the exhilaration of falling in love. I can recall with total clarity that first date, from what I wore, to where we went, to the flutter of electricity that ran through my body when he reached out to hold my hand.

This TV show with its now familiar cheesy line, “Do you accept this rose?”, reminds me how much we all just want to be loved. When I mimic that line for my husband and he recoils (on some days) or stifles a giggle (on others), I learn again just how vulnerable our hearts can be, and that for any relationship to thrive you need a balanced proportion of respect, trust, patience, kindness, and a strong sense of humor. This incredulous TV show is saving me a fortune in marriage counseling.

Every time I sit down and watch the TV romance spectacle unfold, I find myself feeling increasingly more satisfied within my own life. I do not have to raise my blood pressure by reluctantly climbing into a hot-air balloon, zip-lining my way through a tropical rain forest, or scaling the wall of the tallest office tower in town to prove to my man that I am insanely fearless and up for anything to win his heart. I can get my man to notice me with a mere smile, or simply appearing in a semi-good mood. When you are with the same partner for over 25 years, you take delight in the simpler, less life-threatening things.

I watch each episode of The Bachelor with genuine gratitude that I do not have to navigate my way through the sometimes volatile and unstable minefield of the current dating terrain. I can relax and appreciate how far I have come from who I was in my insecure 20s, to today: someone who embraces imperfections and has realistic expectations within my relationship and especially within myself. What a great reality check to stem from a TV show so rooted in public ridicule and flouted as unreal.


  1. Hey Wendy, we all have our guilty TV pleasures. I love watching the hoarders and then thinking my housekeeping is fabulous!

  2. Well done Wendy! I share your sentiments (if not your interests).

    For me, watching “The Voice” and “American Idol”, help me to re-live (vicariously) the two personal traits that I no longer have – youth and talent -all the while engendering ridicule from my wife and daughters who rarely miss a “Real Houswives of…Wherever”.

    1. Hi Don, at this point where we are in the world I’m for anything non violent or scary although yes these reality shows might be the latter at times, they are still entertaining and go well with wine or popcorn. Keep watching your shows…and PS I am also a Housewives fanatic! it’s all eye candy! thanks again, wendy

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