Is Jake Pavelka a douche bag?

I know people who've worked on The Bachelor and Bachelorette. In theory, I think it's sort of an interesting social experiment. But I can't stand to watch the show. I've tried. It's in the news. There seems to be intrigue, but they draw everything out so much, it makes me annoyed and impatient. Not very zen, I know, but I think the last thing the bachelor is about is being zen.

This latest one, of which I watched maybe one episode, had a guy named Jake Pavelka. During the show, he seemed like a bit of a tool. I can objectively see that he's cute and has an attractive body, but the minute he opens his mouth or even makes a face, douche!

I wish it were different. I wish The Bachelor would actually cast people who are actually compelling, attractive (holistically), intelligent, and funny. But it seems the priority of The Bachelor is to cast douche-bags and ditsy, silicon-stuffed, cat-fighting women.

Part of why I think Jake is a douche bag is because I've been watching Dancing with the Stars. This show also drags things out tremendously, but at least there's dancing, which I like, and though I haven't watched most of the seasons, Pamela Anderson and Niecy Nash were too enticing for me to pass up. Pamela, it seems, can't help dripping with sex no matter what she's doing; Niecy never fails to entertain and draw laughter. It's mindless but entertaining and a nice way to unwind or take a break from my hypnotherapy studies, blog and book writing.

But every time Jake opens his mouth to answer interview questions, or talks to his partner during rehearsal, or just says some cheesy line to the camera, my stomach literally turns. Marcus says he's a tool, but douche bag is description that keeps coming up for me.

Does anyone else feel this way or am I just being critical?

Has anyone out there ever interacted or worked with him so they can weigh-in?

I hope I'm wrong, but he just seems like an attention-hungry, desperate, douche-bag.

Sorry, Jake. Hope I'm wrong. If I'm not, please take a break from the reality-show circuit, and get yourself to an Ashram to spend some time introspecting. Even if you come out spouting spiritual but douchey vernacular, at least you'll give America a break from your mug.

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A moment of silence for all the plastic surgery casualties

Please...

A moment of silence for all the plastic surgery casualties...

No, I'm not talking about the tragedies of women (and men, though statistically more women get plastic surgery) who die due to complications during surgery or anesthesia, I'm talking about all of the big or lumpy noses, and cute little boobies (even the sagging ones) that are on the proverbial cutting room floors of plastic surgeons throughout Beverly Hills and Miami, and wherever else plastic surgery hails supreme as the maker of beauty-queen dreams.

Let's please all take a moment of silence.

Truth is, I miss Jennifer Grey and her big nose. I suspect most women of my generation loved Dirty Dancing and we didn't care that her nose was more prominent on her face than her lips. In fact, I think it probably made her more believable and more likable.

I also miss seeing real breasts. Christina Aguilera's boobs were perfectly adorable pre-enhancement. Now they're bulbous and obvious.

Look at Pamela Anderson. She was seriously adorable and small-chested. And now...looks like someone follows her around with a bicycle pump inflating those puppies.

What happened to God-given beauty? That on the cutting-room floor too?

My heart sinks every time I see a scene with an actress where her boobs are featured partially or fully exposed and I realize they're fake. I'm not really even a lesbian, but still, I really like real breasts. They're so...malleable and full of surprises in their shape, movement, and variety. They're like wine. Even if you've had that kind before, each bottle (or breast) is it's own unique flavor.

How can we come back from this plastic-obsession? Any ideas out there? Please, post a comment. How do we dig ourselves out of this craziness?

I like pretty things as much as the next visual gal. But I like uniqueness, personality, character and naturalness more. I also love seeing an older woman who shows her wisdom on her face. I believe Joan Rivers wishes she could go back. I heard that somewhere. I wish she could too. She's always been an extremely talented, funny, and striking-looking woman, but now her strikingness is due to too much plastic surgery, not her greatness and God-given unique look.

I have ZERO plans to have plastic surgery. I have never botoxed, and don't plan to. To be honest, I'm not crazy about the subtle lines between my forehead - indicators that I tend to be cerebral, and that I (used to) take myself (and sometimes life) too seriously! Those who know me well know I'm working hard (or not working - mostly meditating and learning how to relax and really do and think nothing), on being less serious. But, I'll make you a deal... If I ever get elective plastic-surgery, I will run down the 405 freeway naked during rush hour (except for my sneakers or five fingers running shoes)...showing off my plumped up lips and breasts that are not bouncing freely as I run.