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There was no dinner portion for some reason, and the daytime portion of the date—some light Ghost roleplaying—did not involve food. But there was a fruit plate, which both Matt and Rachael ignored. She also said love stuff, and this time, he said some back. Gee I wonder what the significance of that might be.

The date isn’t what matters here, anyway. What matters is that The Bachelor managed to make all three dates about Rachael. Would scenes in which our frontrunner opines about how hard it is for her to be experiencing what all three of these women are experiencing while the other two just say things like “yeah” and “sure” and occasionally “oh, god” be quite so uncomfortable in another season? Probably not. But here we are, and The Bachelor gave us three separate scenes of a slightly weepy Rachael boring the hell out of Michelle and Bri, a white woman crying while two Black women resignedly stare into space and wait for this season to be over. Some of that’s projection, I’m sure. But not all of it. And luckily, none of us have to wait all that long.

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Who most deserves a plate full of macaroni and cheese or a huge piece of cake or something?

WE DO, gentle reader. We all do. Next week: The sweet release of death.