‘The Bachelorette’ Reimagined As A Way Of Finding Mom Friends

We’ve all heard of The Bachelor and Bachelorette franchises. Even if you don’t watch, you’ve probably seen the contestants’ faces splashed across gossip magazines or heard about their inevitable break-ups as soon as they finish their run on Dancing With The Stars. The show doesn’t exactly have the best track record when it comes to lasting relationships, and that’s why I think it’s time to change things up. Bad relationships are easy to find, but good friends are practically mythological. If you want to build something that will truly last forever, help moms find a mom friend. Here’s what The Bachelorette would look like if they used the format for finding mom friends instead:

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Episode 1: Introductions

First we meet our Mom-Friendette. A voiceover tells her life story over a montage of Instagram snaps of her kids. She wants you to know she’s here for “the right reasons” and also this is the first time she’s worn makeup in six years. The contestants arrive at the mansion one by one. As they climb out of their minivans, they head to a cocktail party to get wasted without their kids and swear freely. Once everyone has been introduced, our Mom-Friendette goes through her first Latte Ceremony. Yes, lattes. Roses don’t have caffeine. She sends home anyone who uses #blessed on social media and the lady who showed up dressed as an actual Pinterest board.

Episode 2: The First Group Date

Our Mom-Friendette lets the contestants sleep in until 8:30 and then surprises them with brand new yoga pants and a five dollar Starbucks gift card. They split up into two crossover SUVs en route to a surprise destination. It’s Target! The moms wander around the store for hours, needlessly redecorating their homes and spending directly from their kids’ college funds. Our Mom-Friendette admits to using the Target brand formula and one contestant seems put off by that. It’s a moral dilemma. Should she even stay in the competition? The background music gets really dramatic for a minute and ultimately she decides to pack up her diaper bag and go home. In the minivan on the way to the airport she explains, “I don’t just want a best friend; I want a breast-friend.”

Episode 3: One-On-One Dates

Our Mom-Friendette is left reeling by the sudden departure in the last episode, but the show must go on. She takes one of the contestants with her for a massage — something she does religiously on Mother’s Day that one time when her partner remembered. They really hit it off talking about their controlling mothers-in-law, but the fireworks explode when they discover they both grow the exact same number of chin hairs. “There’s just something about Lori,” says our Mom-Friendette, “I feel so comfortable with her and she’s got great hair. I could see us ignoring our children together, and it makes me feel really excited about the future.

Episode 4: The Second Group Date

Our Mom-Friendette strongly believes you shouldn’t lose yourself in motherhood. She wants to show the other moms that they can still be hip and fun, so she takes everyone to a night club. It’s pretty dead when they arrive at 6 p.m. but it’s okay because it gives them an opportunity to talk. As a fun exercise, the Mom-Friendette forbids everyone from mentioning their go-to subject: the kids. Every time they talk about their children, they have to take a shot. It ends up being a terrible idea and everyone has alcohol poisoning by 7:40. There is no Latte Ceremony.

Episode 5: The Mom-posal

Time flies when you’re hospitalized due to excessive alcohol consumption, but our competition has finally come to an end. The Mom-Friendette meets with each finalist to discuss their future play dates or lack thereof. She connected with quite a few of the women, but none of them could rival what she felt with Lori in episode three. Lori arrives at the splash pad in an un-stained maxi dress and our Mom-Friendette can barely contain her excitement. “Motherhood is all about choices, Lori,” she says, “and I want you to know I choose you. I choose you.” They embrace and return to suburban Indiana where they live out their days in relative harmony until Lori goes gluten-free and gets all judgey about it.

Possible Scenarios For Hell…With Toddlers

[This is a repost from a previous blog of mine. Originally published 10/9/14]

So, you did it. You died. You roll up to the pearly white gates high on premarital orgasms and liquor consumed before noon, your hands stuffed full of Chick-Fil-A sandwiches procured illegally on a Sunday (you know a guy), and whoever guards the gates – John? Paul? Ringo? – is there waiting for you like a bouncer at a night club. In this particular scenario, it is ladies night at Club Heaven, and you’re the dude in a track suit who violates the dress code and can’t come in.

Ringo points to the elevator across the street, and you walk over to investigate. The elevator has plain silver doors, no dents, no visible burn marks. Somehow you thought the entrance to hell would be more dramatic. Where’s all that fire and brimstone? To the right of the doors is a panel with a single button shaped like an arrow pointing down and another one to go up that can only be accessed with a key. (Really, God? Keys?) You press the “down” button and the doors part with a barely audible “whooosh.”

You step inside.

As the doors close and the elevator begins its descent, you’re surrounded by the sounds of “Rude” by Magic! Notice how Magic! went ahead and added an exclamation point to the end of their name because they know they’re so fucking terrible they must force you to feign excitement about their crap existence. Anyway, they’re Magic! And they’re accompanying your descent into hell. This is the first sign that maybe you should’ve been more careful about eating shellfish and wearing mixed fibers.

The doors open and you exit the elevator into an empty room with nothing but a small podium and an iPad opened to a video. It has a Post-It note taped to the front that says, “Play me.” You press play and it’s – why, it’s Ann Coulter!

Hello, [Your Name Here]. Welcome to Hell. I’m your host, Ann Coulter, also known as Satan. Ann is my human form. Sorry I couldn’t be there to greet you in person, but I’m out robbing food banks on Christmas Eve and creating all the content for Fox News. When this video ends, a door across the room will open, and you’ll be presented with your eternal reward. Something tells me you’re going to have regrets about that tattoo now, Sinner. Enjoy!”

The door across the room opens, and you walk inside to find another empty room. Behind you, the door slams and then disappears. There is no in or out now. This is your personal hellscape. A toddler appears. He explains that he’s the fallen angel assigned to your case. He’s not actually a child; they all take the form of toddlers. They had a staff meeting and discussed the advantages of various hellacious creatures, but they kept coming back to toddlers as the best, most intense form of punishment. The rest of eternity, he explains, will be spent acting out various toddler-led scenarios. There will be no sleep, only bed-wetting and night terrors, lost blankets, and requests for new socks because these ones feel funny. There will be no wine, no nap time, no internet, and no one is ever coming to relieve you because it is NOT 5 o’clock somewhere. Here is a sample of how you will spend the rest of your days:

1. You’re on a staircase with arms full of groceries. The toddler is in front of you. It’s 97 degrees and one of your bags is about to break. The toddler wants to go up the stairs on all fours, and also, oh my God, is that a lady bug? I’m scared of lady bugs, Mommy. I’m going to stand very still on this step for 25 minutes, and – Look! Dirt! A French fry someone dropped. I’m going to eat it and your arms are too full to stop me. Let’s scream! La-la-la-la-la-la-la. Okay, I’ll take another step. Oops. My shoe fell off. I need to go get – Ooh! A rock!

2. You’re on the toilet and there is no toilet paper. No one else is home, so you must wait for the toddler to bring you some from the other bathroom. It’s been 35 minutes. They’ve come back to ask you what you’re doing 3 times. You hear splashing coming from a room in the house that doesn’t have a sink, and you’re pretty sure something is on fire.

3. Dinner time. It doesn’t matter what you’ve prepared because it’s unacceptable. Make something else, please. What’s that? Peanut butter and jelly? Sorry, too spicy. Also, I only like bread every other Thursday.

4. What show do you hate? Put it on. Again, please.

5. Bed time. FOREVER.

6. In the car: What’s that? What’s that? What’s that? Why? Why? What’s that? Mom! Mom! Mommy! Mom! What’s that? Look! Look! What’s that?

7. I’m hungry. It doesn’t matter what we’re doing. I’m hungry.

8. Are you busy? Is this a bad time? There’s no bathroom here, huh? I have to pee right now. Right now. RIGHT NOW! RIGHT NOOO – too late. Oh, look! Pee AND poop. This is all so unexpected. I took my extra clothes out of the diaper bag and hid them in the trash can before we left.

9. Five minutes to get out the door. Toddler needs shoes on. They want to do it themselves. Oops, shoes are on the wrong feet. Toddler takes them off, puts them back on, and oops! Wrong feet again. No, no, don’t help. Oops! How does this keep happening? Oops! This is insane. How can someone make the same mistake so many times? Oops! I said back off, bitch! I don’t need help. Oops!

10. Pediatrician’s office. They leave you waiting in the exam room for 25 minutes. Your toddler asks to wash his hands 17 times and licks all the tongue depressors. The doctor finally comes in, and the toddler informs her that McDonald’s chicken nuggets are his favorite food, then he says “fuck” and asks to watch Netflix.