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For the first episode of every season, I avoid chronicling the plot of the show, because there isn't one. Instead, I provide a brutally critical assessment of people based on 1 to 4 minutes of screen time. As always, ONLY the girls who got a rose get run down here, which means I don't have anything to say about the girl who brought the horse, except that I simply canter believe she didn't make it. Let's go!
The only reality TV host to ever bang Justin Bieber’s mom has a new look this season: dark-on-dark pinstriped suit, and a shimmering (still skinny, thank god) tie. He looks like a pit boss at the second best casino/resort in Reno.
Just when you thought Ben couldn't get any more boring, they force him to carry two hours of network television programming on the weekly, and reveal he's a software salesman. This guy could sell Windows 95 to a millennial eskimo wearing ketchup-covered gloves, itellya! We get some footage of him shooting baskets at the Indiana farmhouse he grew up in, and he's honestly got a very nice form to the jumper. I like this until he later goes to his parents' actual house, which is a very non-farm condo with a pontoon boat docked behind it, and we’re left to wonder whose dusty backyard Ben snuck into, to prove he’s from a place with wholesome farms.