The Remote Island : dating

Tim Gunn Needs A Date

Jake Kalish — Thu, 23 Apr 2009 16:30:00 GMT

The Project Runway star says he hasn't been on a date in a long time. No, like a really long time...

26 YEARS.

WTF, Tim? You haven't been on a date since the Commodore 64 was cutting-edge technology? What gives, man? Here's the revelation, and subsequent explanation, from an interview with OK! Magazine:

OK!: Are you in a relationship?

I haven’t been on a date in 26 years [laughs]. So no, I have no relationship. I’m not even remotely looking. To have a relationship would require time. I don’t have any time, so it wouldn’t be fair to someone else. It might sound selfish, but I’m very happy being alone.

Isn't he the busy bee! Verdict: not healthy. 26 relationship-free years? Love the guy, but no wonder he seems a little uptight. Date Tim Gunn. Seriously. He's a catch. Smart, kind, stylish as hell. What woman wouldn't - hmmm? Whuzzat? He's gay? Him?

Okay. What gay guy wouldn't want to date Tim Gunn? Come on, fellas. Take Tim Gunn out and make it work.

Crap. Vowed "make it work" wasn't going to appear in this post. Dammit, now that's twice.

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Collision Course: "Rock of Love Bus" Drives Adult Entertainment Into the Mainstream

Nicole Ankowski — Wed, 01 Apr 2009 04:01:00 GMT

By Steve Almond

During an early episode of Rock of Love Bus (RoLB), the latest installment of VH1’s reality-TV franchise, the former Poison front man Bret Michaels takes four of his prospective soul mates on a "special date" — to a strip club called Big Al’s.

The girls are hooted onstage to perform, but one of them, Beverly, refuses to shake her moneymaker for the assembled mob. A confused Bret takes Beverly aside to find out what’s wrong. "I’ve got three kids at home and honestly I’m worried about what their friends are going to see," she tells him.

As the father of two daughters, Bret assures Beverly that he understands. To the TV audience, he takes a slightly different tack. "I’m not asking her to do anything she doesn’t wanna do," he explains earnestly, "but right now, I gotta be honest: she’s being a little bit of a buzz kill."

Those unfamiliar with the charms of RoLB — whose finale airs this Sunday, April 11, on VH1 — might expect this to be the moral nadir of the episode. They would be wrong.

A few minutes later, we are treated to an interview with another of his dates, a troubled soul named Brittaney. "I’m not ashamed that I was a producer and director of porn. What I did was, you know, empower women," she informs us, apropos of nothing. "It’s not that I’m ashamed of my past," she adds, her voice now cracking. "But it’s in the past and now I’m a different person. I want to have a family."

The images being flashed on-screen during this heartfelt confession include a drunken Brittaney writhing on her back and simulating sex acts with another stripper. Ah, the rituals of courtship on VH1! You must expose your heart and your labia.

But I bring all this up not simply to deride the molten and shameless exploitation of the reality-TV genre. That's pretty much its bread and butter. No, what fascinates me about this season's RoLB is that it has shattered the barrier between mainstream television and the porn industry.

I should preface this by noting that I've watched all three editions of Rock of Love, online no less. (I could blame this on my wife, who watches the program religiously. The truth, as we shall see, is more damning.)

Some quick context, then. The inaugural season of Rock of Love offered the sort-of-believable-for-reality-TV premise that Bret Michaels — one-time heavy metal heartthrob turned middle-aged hair-extender — was looking for true love. VH1 rounded up twenty-five women, put them in a mansion with free booze, and let the cameras roll. Back in those innocent days, the "bad girl" was Heather — a professional stripper! She lost out in the end to designated "good girl" Jess.

This is how the producers tend to orchestrate things on RoL. They set up showdowns between "good girls" (who don't work in the sex industry) and "bad girls" (who do). Bret chooses the "good girl" in the end, which helps foster the illusion — so crucial to the entire reality-TV genre — that the star is truly seeking love, rather than pimping a sagging career.

This illusion has been tossed out the window on RoLB. Bret mouths a few platitudes about "getting to know" the girls, as he kisses and gropes and beds them. But there's no real feeling on the show. It is, in this sense, eerily like a porn film. This should come as no great surprise, given that nearly half of this season's cast are sex workers. Here's how sad it is: when the insufferable Taya claims, "I'm a centerfold model for Penthouse, and I'm the classiest one here," she's right.

Of course, shows like RoL are designed to bring out the worst in people. But this year's version, lacking even a hint of eroticism, has relied on physical and emotional violence for drama. The highlight of most episodes is a physical altercation between two women, which is replayed a minimum of six times, usually in slow motion. In this sense, the program has managed to channel the dark heart of most hetero porn, which is not about the pleasures of physical congress, but the sexual humiliation of women. RoLB — along with its skeezy brethren — offers viewers the inherent sadism of porn, minus the stigma. Instead of watching young, emotionally unstable women straddling cocks, we watch them digging through dumpsters, writhing in mud, punching each other, and vomiting in hotel rooms. Think of it as spiritual bukkake.

For years, of course, the adult industry has been looking for ways to infiltrate mainstream culture, where the big advertising dollars are. Reality TV has simply proved the best available beachhead. Not only has it become a developmental league for porn stars — several RoL alums have used their platform to venture into porn — but producers have been quick to pounce on ideas that exploit the allure of porn. Perhaps the most brazen example is My Bare Lady, a British show in which four porn stars are given formal training for the stage and forced to compete.

But just as reality TV has embraced the tropes of porn, so, too, has porn sought a reality makeover. Gone are the stilted scripts and nurse costumes. For some years now, porn's been dominated by low-budget "gonzo" productions, in which the idea is to stage sex scenes as if they were being conducted spontaneously by "amateurs" — that guy in the van who just happens to roll with his camera man, and that anorexic chick in the parking lot who just happens to have breasts the size of small babies and no gag reflex. Even the Adult Video News has had to acknowledge the rise of reality porn, by adding two new categories to its annual awards: Best Amateur Tape and Best Amateur Series.

There are two questions looming over all this. The first is why women like my wife watch shows that are so degrading to women. I could tender a bunch of excuses here. (Noting, for instance, that my wife is a former hair-metal chick.) But the truth is a bit darker. I think women are reacting to the pornification of the culture at large, the absurd and enraging pressure women feel to disfigure their bodies — via surgery or starvation — for approval. And the growing sense that their only cultural power resides in their sexuality.

When my wife watches RoLB, most of what she feels is a kind of gratifying disgust. She enjoys watching the contestants claw at each other and weep on camera. They represent the most degraded aspects of our culture — and of herself.

The irony, of course, is that she’s just feeding the beast. As the message boards fill up mostly female viewers railing against the female contestants, it's the producers and advertisers (oh, and Bret of course) who are laughing all the way to the bank. With very little overhead or imagination, and an almost impressive absence of human decency, they've managed to create the hottest girl-on-girl action around.

But what about me, Mr. Judgmental. Why, given my obvious contempt for RoL, do I watch the show? My motivation is even sadder, frankly. It’s certainly not for the sexual turn-on. No, what I get off on is the fantasy of absolute masculine dominion. Lame as he might be, Bret Michaels has a harem of women who will do whatever he asks.

Reality TV producers like to claim that they’re peddling the dream of "true love." But for male viewers, they’re peddling the ultimate porno fairytale, a world in which women exist merely to debase themselves for their man. If they had any guts they’d cut the bullshit and just go all the way. Here’s what I’d like to see: a show called "American Porn Star," in which women (and men!) compete for a contract with Vivid Video by performing sex acts for celebrity judges and viewers at home. I might feel guilty watching such a show, but at least I’d be getting off on sex, rather than hate.

Previously:

Raven Williams of "Rock of Love": So What, I did a Porno
STD Sunday: The "Rock of Love" Final Four Are Boring And Weird
STD Sunday: Reunions, Punches, and Loogies!
STD Sunday: A Baked Vagina Is Just The Icing On The Cake
STD Sunday: Bret's Girls Can't Stop Being Slutty, Whorish, Or Speed Bumpy
Rock of Love 2's Daisy: Sore Loser, Hot Mess
Rock of Love 3: Get On the Rock of Love Bus
Bret Michaels Not Involved in Fatal Car Crash -- Just So Everyone's Clear
Bret Michaels Wonders How The Hell You Wear A Seatbelt In A Hot Tub

Friday Shades of "Grey's Anatomy": Wake Me Up Before You Kill Me

Lindy Parker — Fri, 27 Mar 2009 16:45:00 GMT

Are you technically a battered woman if he's asleep the whole time? We're just wondering. Time for some highs and lows...

Lindy-High: Alex's voice-over! Yes. Awesome. No more Meredith. Can Alex do it every time? Also, Alex fertilized Izzie's frozen eggs without even thinking about it. Although, weird that the Chief pressured him into it, and then acted uncomfortable when Alex actually went through with it. Additionally, Christina and Owen are rocking our world despite the strange gregorian chant music during their sex scene. The last thirty seconds where Christina confessed to being afraid to fall asleep, and Owen went straight to Derek for a brain scan? We teared up a little bit.

Olivia-High: Callie dancing. We're still unsure about the chemistry between Sara Ramirez and Jessica Capshaw. But how much fun was Callie dancing? She's so cute and smily and pretty! Can we be friends with her? Can we watch teen movies and eat chocolate covered popcorn together? Can we text each other during Grey's episodes about how fab her hair looks and how ridiculous Lexipedia is? Please?

Lindy-Low: Meredith (MEREDITH?) going all judge-y on Christina's relationship with Owen. Girl, please. Hypocritical much? The real low is that our hatred of Meredith has grown so intensely that Derek's emotional elevator proposal failed to move us. Also, we're generally annoyed by Izzie's oncologist playing back-seat-surgeon while P.Demp was operating -- it's not okay to back-seat surge while someone's head is open.

Olivia-Low: We aggree with Remote Lindy on the back-seat surging. Unnacceptable behavior. We will pull this surgery over right now! But the real low for us is that we're pretty sure Kimberly Elise's guest potential is going to be thouroughly squandered with this heinous oncologist role. Kimberly's so good, and yet they're asking her to play a part that makes little to no sense. Would an oncologist really question the choices of a brain surgeon in the actual OR while he's poking at brain matter with sharp implements? Probably not. Would she insist on telling a patient terrible news just before a major surgery? Not unless the patient checked the Sadism box under Bedside manner when he or she was admitted to the hospital. We're pretty sure Izzie checked the coddling box. She likes to be coddled.

Previously:

Friday Shades of Grey's Anatomy: Sometimes You Just Need an Enema

Friday Shades of Grey's Anatomy: Surgeons of Tomorrow

Friday Shades of Grey's Anatomy: The School of Hard Knocks

“The Bachelor” Claims Contract Forced Him to Dump Melissa on Television

Nicole Ankowski — Mon, 09 Mar 2009 15:00:00 GMT

In the March 16 issue of People, Bachelor Jason Mesnick explains that he was forced to dump “fiancée” Melissa Rycroft because of the show’s evil corporate contracts. (So don’t hate him, America! Hate…lawyers?) People sat down with Jason and Molly, asking them some hard questions, but more disturbingly, forcing them to pose in the most awkward “happy couple” photo session since a J.Lo and Marc Antony.

People asked, “Why did you break up with Melissa on-camera?”

Jason replied, “That was part of the deal. I signed up for this. Your relationship is — good and bad — in front of everybody. [Producers] knew this was tearing me up, and if I could have, I would have seen Melissa the night before. But I wasn’t allowed. It killed me. It kills me now.”

Always hard-hitting, People pushed it further:
“Why didn’t you wait, like other couples have, until after the show ended to call things off?”

Jason: Better to do it after six weeks than it is to do it after seven weeks or six months or a year. I wish for her sake I didn’t propose because it put her in a bad spot. Really, what is the right thing to do? Why string her along? I came here to find somebody to spend the rest of my life with. If I have to do something scary then I’ll do it.”

Right. Why string her along, for another whole twenty-four hours, until after the taping of the show wrapped?

Jason goes on to insist that none of it was manufactured for ratings. And what other wonderful things do we discover?

People: Why do you like doing together?
Molly: We cook and have dinner.
Jason: She’s got a recipe for artichoke dip that’s the best thing in the world.

Jason also says that he’s discovered Molly is “crazy about doing her nails” and Molly has learned that Jason is “unorganized.”
Ya think? We could have figured that out from his season finale decision-making.

Previously:
"Bachelor" Jason Apologizes to Ellen Degeneres (and America)
TV Guide Has Spoken: America Hates Bachelor Jason
Awkward Tuesday: Is The Bachelor Fixed, Fact or Fiction?

"30 Rock" Star Is Looking For Love

Jake Kalish — Thu, 12 Feb 2009 14:29:00 GMT

30 Rock star Judah (Frank Rossitano) Friedlander is searching for a mate. Friedlander was part of Time Out New York's "Date These New Yorkers" piece, from their "Dating In New York" issue. Read Judah list all of his good qualities, see his full dating survey, and give his contact info. (Via our friends at Scanner)...

If you want marriage, kids, an outer-borough nonhipster residence, a guy that was just voted 'Worst Dressed' at the Emmy’s and the SAG Awards, does stand-up comedy just about every night, who is also the greatest athlete in the world, is banned from China because he’s too good at karate, collects 'amazing art' and bad movies, plays lots of Ping-Pong, was kicked out of the porn industry because he was too sexually powerful, and is a role model to children—then I’m your man.

And here's Judah discussing his ideal date:

At midnight, we go to the top of the Empire State Building, have my spaceship pick us up and take us to the to the top of the Cyclone roller coaster in Coney Island, and as it’s moving, drop us off in the last car. Then get hot dogs at Nathan’s. Then hit the beach at 3am, where I wrestle a giant octopus. Then go back to Queens for some Croatian food and bagels. And then play Ping-Pong and Pac-Man.

Love letters can be sent to judah_f@yahoo.com.

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Mystery And His Man-Goggles Return for Season Two of “The Pick-Up Artist”

Nicole Ankowski — Fri, 26 Sep 2008 20:24:00 GMT

Worst Halloween costume ever? No kids, it’s Mystery, the elusive “pick-up artist”/douchebag-you-kinda-maybe-would-sleep-with if you met him in real life (according to an un-scientific poll we just conducted among, um, three women).

Love him, hate him, want to knock those silly goggles off his damn forehead…either way, he’s back for a new season of VH1’s The Pick-Up Artist. Only this time—there’s a twist!

Sadly, it doesn’t involve goggles being twisted around Mystery's neck, as this promo shot shows.

No, this twist involves a lady wing-person. Or, “wing-girl.” (Why there are wing-men and then wing-girls, we don’t know. It’s probably akin to insulting a drunk woman so that she’ll make out with you.) We’ll let VH1 explain:

Based on the tremendous viewer response to the series The Pickup Artist, VH1 has once again teamed up with world renowned pickup guru Mystery to help guide nine new “socially awkward” students overcome their biggest fears - meeting women. As we saw last season, Mystery has developed a foolproof formula for these men to follow, whether they’re in a bar, club or coffee shop. Through his various teachings and in-the-field tests, Mystery will prepare these men with the skills they need to overcome their shyness and confidence issues in the real world.

The Pickup Artist 2 brings a new twist to the show, as Mystery and Season 1 wing-man and fellow pickup artist Matador are joined by new wing-girl Tara. Viewers may remember Tara as Season 1’s kissing coach. In this second season she will expand her role by adding a female perspective. Tara will serve as full time wing-girl to Mystery and act as a confidant for the contestants.

Set your DVR! The Pickup Artist 2 premieres on VH1 on Sunday, October 12 at 10:00 PM.

We’ll be waiting for Season 3, when maybe they’ll let an actual wing-woman join the cast…or when they finally televise Mystery getting kicked in the balls. You know it's happened...

Rock of Love 3: Get On the Rock of Love Bus

Nicole Ankowski — Thu, 17 Jul 2008 13:32:00 GMT

Nothing airbrushed here, folks…

In utterly shocking news, Rock of Love 2 “winner” Ambre Lake and Bret Michaels didn’t make it work. He’s too busy, see, for a relationship. Touring, and not a fear of intimacy with a woman anywhere near his age, keep him from making a true commitment. But VH1 has found the perfect solution: don’t take Bret away from his madcap, rock ‘n’ roll lifestyle. Bring the ladies to the lifestyle!

And thus we have “Rock of Love Bus with Bret Michaels.” Because the only thing sexier than fame-whoring VH1 contestants drunk in a McMansion, is fame-whoring VH1 contestants drunk on a tour bus. We can smell it now! And, yes, we’re excited.

“Rock of Love Bus with Bret Michaels takes contestants out of the mansion and on the road in true rock star style. This season will feature all-new ladies vying for Bret’s affection while traveling across America following Bret on a month-long tour. The contestants will face new challenges to see if they can handle the rock star life on the road,” explains the VH1 press release.

“This time as the bus pulls into each new city, the girls will engage in challenges specifically revolving around Bret’s life on the road. Whether it’s greeting aggressive groupies with a smile, enduring grueling schedules, dodging the advances of the warm-up band or even stepping in last-minute to fill in for delinquent roadies – these girls will be put to the test. This season, as the Rock of Love Bus heads into America’s heartland, the show will be taking the viewer to a whole new level with crazy, fun, over-the-top challenges- imagine Truck Stop Olympics or a dance contest on top of the St. Louis Arch or even a BBQ cook-off beneath the World’s Largest Thermometer. And also, back by popular demand…Mud Bowl 3. Americana at it’s finest!”

Indeed.

Rock of Love Bus with Bret Michaels is scheduled to premiere in early 2009. Get your bandanas ready!

Previously:
Rock of Love 2's Daisy: Sore Loser, Hot Mess

Flavor Flav: Lost His Virginity at Age Six, Played With Boogers Much Later in Life

Nicole Ankowski — Wed, 09 Jul 2008 21:24:00 GMT

We all the Flav from Flavor of Love (and some of us even remember Public Enemy), but what makes the man behind the giant clock necklaces tick?

Complex interviewed Flavor Flav, about shit-on-crackers, boogers-on-burgers, and how Flav lost his virginity at age six…Do you believe him? (Then again, why would he make this up?)

Here are some tasty nuggets from Joe La Puma’s Q&A with the one, the only, the barbequeist Flavor Flav:

Complex: What would you consider to be your superpower?
Flavor Flav: What do I consider to be my superpower? God. God is my superpower. The Lord Jesus Christ the savior. The creator of the universe. He gives me the power to have a crazy personality that’s a lot different from everybody else’s.

Complex: So what’s the best trick you ever played on someone?
Flavor Flav: The best trick I ever played on someone was putting tacks on my teacher’s seat, and when she came to chase me out the class I had a string over the door, I jumped over the string, and she tripped over it and fell in the hallway. She fucked her face on the wall.

Complex: How much trouble you get in for that one?
Flavor Flav: Honestly, I got suspended for three weeks. And my mom beat me when I got home.

Complex: What was the worst trick someone ever played on you?
Flavor Flav: Umm, the worst trick someone ever played on me was when someone put a booger in my hamburger and I ate it.

Complex: How you find out?
Flavor Flav: Nah, I’ll tell you the truth okay… For the person that put the booger on my hamburger, I got him back by taking some dog shit and putting it on the Ritz Crackers and he ate that shit.

Complex: [Laughs] So was he tight?
Flavor Flav: Was he pissed? He was shitted for reals! (Laughs) Yea, forreal G. He put a booger on my hamburger so I got him with thinking peanut butter cookie sandwich it was dog shit.

Complex: Speaking of food, I guess, What’s your favorite food to barbecue?
Flavor Flav: My favorite food to barbecue is ribs, and chicken. And shrimp! Ribs, chicken, and shrimps! And I like barbeque my steaks! Oh man~~~ Come on! I’m one of the best barbequeist in the world.

Complex: What’s your most prized possession?
Flavor Flav: My most prized possession right now is a coo-coo clock that was made for me over in Switzerland. When we were over in Switzerland, they made a Flav Coo-Coo clock. And when it strikes three o’clock you got little Flav that comes out and say “YeahhhhhBoy! YeahhhhhBoy!”

Complex: Whom do you have beef with?
Flavor Flav: I don’t have beef with nobody. I eat pork.

Complex: Where did you lose your virginity?
Flavor Flav: Where did I lose my virginity? I lost my virginity in the bushes on a box.

Complex: Really?
Flavor Flav: Yea, in the bushes on a box. A girl and me were having sex on a box in the bushes, in some big tall bushes.

Complex: How uh…when was this?
Flavor Flav: This was when I was real, real, real, real, young.

Complex: Like elementary school? Or middle school?
Flavor Flav: Nah, I’m a tell you the truth; I lost my virginity when I was 6 years old.

Complex: Really?
Flavor Flav: Yea, man. Because you know we learned to have done the nasty back in the days, and me and this girl we experiment, we were experimenting, and my little joint got hard, I penetrated for about a few seconds.

Complex: I respect that. Early start my man.
Flavor Flav: That’s right early start and guess what and I have a great finish right now. [Laughs] Yessir!

[Complex]

The Bachelorette Finale: Can You Effing Believe It?

Nicole Ankowski — Tue, 08 Jul 2008 19:32:00 GMT

Well, she got what she wanted (a ring). She looked great (like a Greek goddess). And she got whom she wanted...

Jesse. Jesse? Jesse!

Jeremy seemed perfect. Jason seemed more perfect. Jesse seemed…like the kinda crazy, half-assed guy we’d actually go for. But…marry Jesse? Anyone else shocked out there? Just because a guy can snowboard with you on his back does not mean you should be heading to the altar anytime soon.

Though, to be honest, we couldn’t wipe the goofy grin off our faces while watching his proposal. DeAnna and Jesse do seem totally, totally head over heels in love with each other. (Again: a good time to head to an island and snog each other’s brains out. Not the best time to perhaps jump into a life partnership? Or are we just jaded?)

But, here’s the sweet proposal. All is well until the stupid montage with Natasha Bedingfield blaring in the background (good song, bad montage):

But as much as DeAnna purported to “know exactly” what the guys are going through, watching her reject Jason was awful. And didn’t explain shit. How would you feel if these were the reasons given for someone not wanting you?

“You have no idea how much I care about you. You’re this amazing, perfect person that I’ve never had in my life before. I know that my life would always be good with you. That I would always be safe and that I could depend on you. And even though I am falling in love with you, I am in love with someone else.”

And then, after being rejected, he wipes her tears away!

One thing is for certain: Jason will be getting laid after this broadcast, most def. But we hope he’ll also find love. Here’s to an amazing journey of your own, dude.

The same to Jeremy. The producers are evil geniuses, in that they let him go back to DeAnna’s room and plead his case, after she rejected him.

What do you think: will one of the J’s be the next Bachelor?

Previously:
“The Bachelorette”: What Went Wrong?
Last Night: The Bachelorette Breakdown!
“The Bachelorette” Boys Wear Ellen DeGeneres’ Underwear

‘The Bachelorette’: What Went Wrong?

Nicole Ankowski — Mon, 30 Jun 2008 20:24:00 GMT

...Besides the entire premise of the show, we mean. Well kids, tonight’s the night! Bachelorette DeAnna takes her final three—Jason, Jeremy, and Jesse—on a tropical island adventure. We can’t wait to see if Jesse really turns down DeAnna’s invitation to spend the night…the previews made us think he wants to wait until he meets her father. But who knows! Anything can happen in the wild and unruly word of “reality” television.

Before we embark upon the sun, sand, and smarm-filled final dates, however, we thought we’d take a look back at those who went before the three J’s. Someone actually sat their ass down and transcribed words of wisdom from the booted suitors. And so we present to you, in the dudes' own words, “What Went Wrong”…

Previously:
Last Night: The Bachelorette Breakdown!
“The Bachelorette” Boys Wear Ellen DeGeneres’ Underwear
The Bachelorette: Trista And Ryan Not Divorcing, Claim Trista And Ryan

[Yahoo]

There Are Elimination Ceremonies, And Then There Are “Farmer Wants a Wife” Elimination Ceremonies…

Nicole Ankowski — Thu, 12 Jun 2008 19:50:00 GMT

Sign of the demise of our culture, or...really great reality television?

Each week the elimination “ceremonies” on Farmer Wants a Wife get more and more ridiculous. But last night topped them all. The ladies each had to give a cow a rectal palpation exam, to determine if the cow was pregnant. The loser’s cow would be the only one not pregnant.

Then again, this was really a situation where everybody loses. Pretty shitty way to go, huh?

Wait for minute 1:57.

[Thanks to Lauren De Luca for the tip! And the pun…]

“The Bachelorette” Boys Wear Ellen DeGeneres’ Underwear

Nicole Ankowski — Tue, 03 Jun 2008 19:45:00 GMT

Okay, okay, it was underwear she designed. Or with her show’s logo on it. Or something. We were too distracted to see what exactly made them Ellen-underwear during last night’s Bachelorette, because the sheer fact she had the boys drop trou onstage was pretty amusing. As this clip shows, every rose ceremony should be hosted by Ellen. And her boom box…

Don’t you wish Ellen could interview all of your dates? Or, at least make them take off their pants?