Things I Hate About TV: Promise rings
Like Jesse Palmer, and (inexplicably popular) Bob Guiney before him, last night's "Prince" Lorenzo (a man who has less claim to actually being a prince than the musician Prince does) decided to opt out of going through with proposing to his choice. He did give her a ring, but called it a "family ring" instead of an engagement ring. This takes even more guts than the other Bachelors who went with the more promising "promise" ring nomenclature.
Listen, I understand that it's difficult to find true love when sorting through women like they were cattle. I also know that with the newfound stardom the Bachelor now has, it's going to be a lot easier for him to pick up Eurotrash models at hip LA bars. With this going against them, there's very little chance that the two of them will stay together. By calling it a promise ring or a family ring or whatever, the Prince Lorenzo makes it a lot easier to save face for him and the network when he ditches Jennifer for an extra on The OC next January.
But the two hour finale of a major reality show is not about reality! It's about romance-porn. My wife wanted to see an engagement! She wanted to see a "prince" on one knee with a big diamond in his hand asking the girl in front of him for her hand in marriage. That's the money shot everyone is tuning in for. So what if the marriage doesn't last? America will forgive a phoney-baloney marriage a lot quicker than they will a poorly constructed reality show finale.
Imagine if the end of The Biggest Loser had all the contestants still fat but buying really nice jogging suits and "promising" that they were going to work out every day. Or if the finale of American Idol was the top two contestants "promising" that they were going to sort out who the winner is on their own. America would tear itself to pieces.
So, get your act together ABC. Have these shows end the way they're supposed to!