Anyone that believes that they can find true love on a reality show needs to be sent to Bellevue. Ready For Love is a hodge-podge of previous reality shows with an identity crisis. NBC takes THE BACHELOR/BACHELORETTE, THE DATING GAME, THE MILLIONAIRE MATCHMAKER, and THE HUNGER GAMES, throws them in a blender, hit the mix button, and tastes just plain awful.
The women that choose to participate in this joke of a show are treated worse than cattle: one minute they're told how to act, think, feel, open up about themselves, how to fall in love (?) to the men they're trying to win over (one is even criticized for choosing to save herself for marriage) and the next minute they're criticized harshly for the very things they were told to do. But the men? They get a free pass on their behavior.
Then you have the matchmakers that make Patti Stanger look classy in comparison. One in particular, Tracy, I wanted to punch in the face for saying that if your a single woman then you're a bitch (her words). Tracy, I hope whatever clients you have left bailed on you for that comment. Congratulations for alienating the entire female population. Another matchmaker is studying "the male brain". First of all, which male brain is being studied? Also, what more is there about the male brain to study? Judging from this show, not a whole lot.
As for these three guys that are "looking for love", it seems more like one is looking for a comeback. One is a musician for Plain White T's, infamously known for the ubiquitous "Hey There Delilah". I guess just putting out another crappy song wasn't enough. Now he had to subject the women fawning over him and us the viewers to listening to his band's new music. If you look up ONE-HIT WONDER in the dictionary, you'll see Plain White T's.
And can we please once and for all stop calling being on a reality show "a journey"? Climbing Mount Everest is a journey. Suffering from an illness or a horrible accident and the long road to recovery is a journey. Being on any reality show is NOT a journey; it's really one long boring audition to an acting career that never was.
Ladies (and gentlemen), if your that desperate for love, save your dignity and resist the temptation to embarrass yourself on national television.
The women that choose to participate in this joke of a show are treated worse than cattle: one minute they're told how to act, think, feel, open up about themselves, how to fall in love (?) to the men they're trying to win over (one is even criticized for choosing to save herself for marriage) and the next minute they're criticized harshly for the very things they were told to do. But the men? They get a free pass on their behavior.
Then you have the matchmakers that make Patti Stanger look classy in comparison. One in particular, Tracy, I wanted to punch in the face for saying that if your a single woman then you're a bitch (her words). Tracy, I hope whatever clients you have left bailed on you for that comment. Congratulations for alienating the entire female population. Another matchmaker is studying "the male brain". First of all, which male brain is being studied? Also, what more is there about the male brain to study? Judging from this show, not a whole lot.
As for these three guys that are "looking for love", it seems more like one is looking for a comeback. One is a musician for Plain White T's, infamously known for the ubiquitous "Hey There Delilah". I guess just putting out another crappy song wasn't enough. Now he had to subject the women fawning over him and us the viewers to listening to his band's new music. If you look up ONE-HIT WONDER in the dictionary, you'll see Plain White T's.
And can we please once and for all stop calling being on a reality show "a journey"? Climbing Mount Everest is a journey. Suffering from an illness or a horrible accident and the long road to recovery is a journey. Being on any reality show is NOT a journey; it's really one long boring audition to an acting career that never was.
Ladies (and gentlemen), if your that desperate for love, save your dignity and resist the temptation to embarrass yourself on national television.