I was watching “The Bachelor” on TV the other night. Is it just me or has it become sleazier than ever? So why am I watching it? But that’s not why I bring it up. I noticed that every woman there professes not only to love, love, love the hunky bachelor Sean but to want to have babies with him. He has repeatedly said that he is anxious to “start a family.” So it’s all happy, right?
But what if he chooses his dream girl and it turns out they’re infertile? No babies. What if she decides she’d rather keep her perfect bikini body and skip baby-making?
This year, the candidates are a diverse lot. Apparently the producers heard the complaints, so now Sean can pick from a smorgasbord of women who are white, black, Asian, Hispanic and even disabled–one girl was born without a left arm. No fat girls, of course, no one who isn’t beautiful, and no one who is not gung ho about having children. I bet if one of the girls said, “You know, I really don’t want to have children,” old Sean would vote her out in a heartbeat.
But it’s not a realistic situation, is it? It’s the old Cinderella story. She’ll marry Prince Charming and they’ll have beautiful children together. That’s about as real as their big breasts and their claims that they adore this guy they just met when all they really want is to be on TV and maybe get famous.
The night after “The Bachelor,” I watched the second-to-last episode of “Private Practice.” And what did we see? Babies everywhere. Charlotte gave birth to triplets, Addison’s adoption of Henry was finalized, and Amelia announced to the hunky new ER doc that she wants to have his babies. He was fine with that. By the end of that show, I was suffering some serious baby lust which holding the dog did not satisfy.
In the real world, we may be seeing one in five women never having children, but prime time TV rarely reflects that reality.
What do you think?