Courtney Robertson is coming clean about getting dirty with Bachelor star Ben Flajnik, as well as a few other celebrities, in her new book I Didn't Come Here To Make Friends: Confessions Of A Reality Show Vixen.
The three-story home is certainly plenty of room to accommodate Ashton, his pregnant girlfriend, Mila Kunis, and their unborn child. The home also includes a large kitchen and a cozy living room.
Last night's show started out with "High-Pitched Kasey" vowing to kick Jake to the curb. Will he succeed? Ask again in two hours. But first—a challenge! Aptly called "Target On Your Back," each lady was asked a question, which they got to answer via throwing a paint-filled egg at a dude. Chris Harrison threw out hard-hitting questions like: "Who do you want to see go home this week?" You can guess who got pelted with that answer. (Here's a hint: It was Jake.)
Under the thinly veiled premise of scoring a second shot at love and a chance to win $250,000, the sh*tshow known as "Bachelor Pad" is back for Season 2. In a THREE HOUR (yes, three hour) season premiere, we meet the contestants as they slither out of a stretched limo and into the mansion. Roll call! Let's meet the meatheads and femme fatales.
It looks like the Bachelor Pad is getting converted into a starter home. What started out as a highly competitive show with sexy challenges demanding prowess and skill, has quickly gone down the hot tub drain. Last night's episode was such a joke. It was the poorest example of a competition reality show I've ever seen. The definition of competition is to present a challenge where each person engaging in said competition has a fair shot at winning, right? Not on the Bachelor Pad, apparently.
Now that the pool of hotties is getting further whittled down with each passing rose, the temperature in the "Pad" is chilly at best. As always, the show starts where we left off, post-devastating rose ceremony, where Gia and Weatherman said goodbye. What to do but have an eighth glass of champagne and spend the next day sleeping it off, right? Wrong. The peeps running the Pad had other plans. The cast was presented with the task of filling out a survey. Easy enough, right? Wrong again. This survey was a test of guts, truth and spelling. They all had to spill the beans about how mean, dumb, shallow and physically deformed each of their housemates are.
Never have I yelled at a television more than on last night's parade of idiocy that is Bachelor Pad. Though it started off a tad slow with the requisite yelling, making out and hot tubbing that is to be expected in a mansion full of overly emotional cry babies (and I'm not even talking about the ladies), it quickly revved up to a full-blown drama fest. First of all, it's only episode two. Yet everyone is talking like they've been trapped in that mansion for ten years. This isn't so bad if you're a Cool Kid, an Insider—such as Elizabeth, Tenley and Natalie—and the Testosterone Triplets (Kiptyn, Dave, Kovacs) who love them.