Have you ever woken up in the middle of the night from a nightmare in which Chad was your personal trainer, and he punished you with eternal exercise? CHAD WAS THERE, IN YOUR ROOM, AND IT WAS ALL TOTALLY REAL, AND HE TOLD YOU TO DO MORE BURPEES?!?!? Oh, you haven't? Right. Me either. Worth checking with everyone on that once in awhile, though.
In a similarly terrifying situation, the Bachelorette gang went to Buenos Aires this week, without Chad, and therefore without much hope for anything interesting to happen. Chad was like Rutger Hauer in Blade Runner. The light that burned twice as bright burned half as long. Chad's light burned at least 165 times as bright, and still half the season. Chad could beat the crap out of Rutger Hauer.
The real issue here with this season is that we got a taste of Chad. Chad enslaved us, placed us into blissful opium hazes, and when the opium (opium = Chad, in case you're not following this simple metaphor, because you're on actual opium and have attention-span issues) is abruptly taken away, you realize: shows about really tall handsome guys telling JoJo that they're into her and sometimes grabbing her butt are way more fun when you're on Chad opium. The crash is real, and it's brutal. And this time, he's not coming back. Adjustments will be necessary, and perhaps not immediate. But together, we can do this.