Molly Pennington

Rachel has been stealing all Nick's thunder since this whole season started.

Based On Her Persona, If Corinne Were A Man, She'd Be The Next POTUS

This teensy little Bachelor episode is only an hour long, but it's one enormous, platinum vagine tease from start to finish. 

Ten days after my first due date came and went, I looked in the mirror, screamed, and basically died. Overnight, my stomach and hips had become covered in cherry-pink stretch marks, veining out as if my entire torso had fractured.

Nick's Heart: Is it Even Real?

Nick seems most happy when scampering tipsy across the sand. 

I drank caffeine, ate candy, ignored What to Expect While You're Expecting — and nothing bad happened.

I've been checking out Flex Form technology and Radiant designs where I can get Aztec stripes on my tampon wrappers. But what I really need to know is if there is an overnight pad that doesn't have freaking wings attached to it. I hate wings. These flypaper-level stickiness, rip-the-color-off-your-undies flaps should not be called wings.

Josephine sang us out on Episode 3 with a self-styled show tune she performed for Nick.

Television has been a pulpit since its invention. And pop culture is like religion in that it can create and govern belief.

The Bachelor seduces us because of its titillating alignment with larger American culture. We wouldn't have predicted we'd find anything meaningful in reality television and yet, now that a reality star is set to helm the country, we know we must've missed some bigger connection somewhere along the way.