Brenda doesn't watch television.
When she does, it's PBS on an 8" monitor in the office wherein the time flashes on screen incessantly.
And then, now and again, she busts out of her well-educated, classical music, church-going bubble (it's a nice bubble), and hangs out with the rest of society on ABC. Just so happens, she chooses Monday nights to do this.
So, this is the email Bree and I receive on Tuesday morning:
"WHY do I watch this vacuous bachelor thing with these 'totally cool' people walking around with with wine glasses, flipping their hair back? Mr. Genuine is a bit much. WHY DO I DO THIS? It's riddikilus."
Really, I find it relieving. Somehow it validates every episode of "The Hills" or "The Bachelor" that I've ever taken in. I feel smarter already.
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