Ah, okay. I am going on National TV to be viewed by millions as I throw myself at a guy I have talked myself into being in love with before I have ever met him, talk trash about the other girls in the house, kiss this guy, or maybe more, am desperate in ways Dr. Phil can not fix in a week let alone an hour, end up crying hysterically as the limo drives me away from my 15 seconds of TV fame/desperation at love.
I am not even going to go into Bob.
It makes fun of itself. We help.