I love The Bachelor. I love the ludicrous set up of the show; as if anyone could really find lasting love in such a situation. I love trying to guess who is going to be kept from week to week. I love seeing what these girls wear and wonder if they really dress like that in their workaday lives. I love the romance the producers think of to make dates for these people. I love the preposterousness of a four on one date. I love the idea of these women all living in the same house, and trying to be “friends” when they are all after the same man. I love making fun of the girls on the show; like the girl on the commercial for this season who says, with her breasts hanging out of her dress, “I really want to be a mom!” followed by a vapid giggle. I love seeing what exotic locale they get to be privy to, and love being a little jealous. I love trying to think how I would act or what I would say if I were in their position.
This is why it’s all the harder that I feel like God is asking me to focus on purity for my mind.
Philippians 4:8 Finally, brothers, whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable—if anything is excellent or praiseworthy—think about such things.
I just quit reading a book because of the cussing in it. I quit watching Supernatural (my other favorite show) because it was getting too lewd. And now, even though I was all revved up for the new season, I feel as if I’m being asked to quit watching The Bachelor as well.
It worked out well that the new virtual Bible study I just joined (thanks for the tip off Mandy!) begins tomorrow. Because seriously, becoming closer to the God of the Universe, the King of Kings, will benefit me more greatly than watching some smutty show. The Bible is full of more titillation and betrayal and drama than anything ABC can provide.
Still, it’s hard to give up a vice. I’m not sure I even want to be that virtuous. Even though I really do.