Thank you all for your great comments about self-worth and how you define it. I want to keep the conversation going, so please continue to let me know what you think.

Now onto far more serious business: The Over-Saturation of our fair Bachelor, Jake Pavelka.

Or as I like to put it: VomitFest 2010.

I know a lot of you don’t watch The Bachelor at all, and therefore have no real interest in this post, but for the rest of you, let’s recap. Jake was originally on The Bachelorette seeking out the love of a cast-off from a previous show. Cast off himself, Jake became the sole recipient of dozens of expressions of love from like, 1,000 slutty-looking girls. He weeds the intelligent, Harvard-graduated group down to three and then two, and he’s left with Snow White and the Wicked Witch of the West (or east, or whatever.)

Snow White is Tenley, a really sweet-seeming girl from Oregon, who’s divorced but apparently dreams in cartoons and shits rainbows, according to her bachelorette roommates. She’s all googly-eyed for the square-jawed pilot and can’t help but fall in love with him on date after date after date after date…all on some island or in some swanky hotel or on some petal-strewn picnic blanket.

Wicked Witch is Vienna, tabloid-proclaimed trailer trash from BFE Florida, with a tattooed father, a Harley riding stepmother, a previous job as a Hooters girl, and a lovely hip tattoo herself. She’s “fun” and “passionate” and murders the English language every time she opens her mouth. (“Jake and I’s relationship couldn’t be better. I can’t wait to meet his sister-in-laws.”) She’s cast as the villain from the get go, arguing with her roommates and making enemies along the way.

And then, folks, there’s Reality Steve. I don’t read Steve’s blog or really know anything about it, but apparently he’s some guy who has predicted – correctly – all 10 winners of the Bachelor franchise. So he comes out early on with his prediction, and damn if he wasn’t right again. So mostly no one was shocked last night when Snow White dreamed her last Disney dream and was sent packing in tears. And Witchy got all weepy and accepted a fat Neil Lane diamond that will probably last on her finger, oh, six months. Tops.

Reading the Internet fallout this morning, I noticed that people kept saying that The Batch was “so sincere” and that the proposal seemed so “heartfelt.” And I thought to myself, I don’t know, I was too busy gagging myself with a spoon to notice, but they’re probably right. When you’re set down in the middle of a gaggle of blond blue-eyed girls whose eyes are only set on you, how hard can it be to find someone you kind of love? If there were 25 adoring people throwing themselves at you, would you be able to resist picking one out of the group to be your favorite?

I seriously can’t stop watching this show because it is such an addictive train wreck, and it boggles the mind as to how many stupid people there really are in this country. One of Jake’s cast-offs will be the next Bachelorette, and I’ll probably watch that, too, because she endeared herself to fans this time around, and now we all want to see what happens. But will Ali find love, we wonder? Will she be Cinderella and find her prince?

Truth be told, no one really cares.

What we do care about is the suspense of watching one guy or girl pick the lesser of 25 evils to spend the rest of their lives with. Out of all the fish in the sea, are these 25 the only ones you could ever possibly love? I guess we’ll see on May 25, or whenever that craptastic show comes back on.

In the meantime, the other favorite ABC reality show – Dancing with the Stars – has gone to the dogs by hiring the likes of Pamela Anderson, the almost-octomom Kate Gosselin, AND AS IF WE WEREN’T ALREADY SICK TO DEATH OF HIM, the newly-engaged Jake Pavelka.

For the love of God, ABC, these people are the stars of nothing and you should treat them that way.