On a Happier Note

Following my "More to Love" rant, I offer some happier news: on August 14, 2009, I will walk in my graduation ceremony to receive my Master's Degree. Hooray! I will be DONE. I am very excited and completely exhausted from working on my Capstone this summer, but 3 MORE WEEKS! Woo-hoo!

"More to Love"

Tonight, Joe and I saw a preview for a show called "More to Love." You can see what it is about here: http://www.fox.com/moretolove/. I am appalled at the premise of the show, for a few reasons. They tout the concept that these women are "a group of real women" and that they want "to prove that love comes in all shapes and sizes." Fine. I believe that. Love shouldn't be based on outer beauty, but what is within. But the very title, "More to Love," is derogatory and indicates that at least one person, (whoever titled the show,) thinks there is a lot to these "real women." The bachelor on the show, (it's created by the same guy who created "The Bachelor,") is on the preview saying something about how he likes women of bigger sizes. That's not how he phrased is, but that's the point you get from the snippet. If this man and these women want to be on the show, great. I guess when it boils down to it, my entire issue is, why aren't these "More to Love," "real women" given a shot on "The Bachelor?" Would they not fit in? Would they feel self-conscious? Don't they deserve a shot? Isn't there a chance that a man who does not have a predilection for bigger women fall in love with one of them? And who should I be more frustrated with, the creators of this show or the women who agreed to do it - do they believe they aren't pretty enough or nice enough for "The Bachelor" to love them? (And it's not like all of those women are pretty or nice. But generally, they are very, very little.) Looking at the pictures on the website, some of the women are bigger, some are very average sized, and the guy himself is on the bigger side. I'm just disappointed in society. It is segregation, is it not? I hoped we were past that. Ugh.