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We hadn’t originally planned on doing a post about The Bachelor premiere, but when one of the twenty-five new bachelorettes said she was from Chicago, we sat up a little straighter on our couch. And when previews showed her making a fool of herself at the inaugural meet-the-bachelor cocktail party, we practically weren’t even slouching anymore.
Matt, the new Bachelor from London, seemed like a decent guy, and was eager to get to know the bachelorettes. It was a lovely pah-ty, though as it progressed, Stacey, our Chicago gal, seemed to be really taking advantage of the free booze (can the producers possibly be doing this on purpose?). She slurred her way through a conversation with Matt, and when asked what she liked about London, it was “the ocean.” She later attempted to stuff her panties into Matt’s suit pocket, then slept off the rest of the evening on a temporary mattress set up in the bathroom of the house.
Surprisingly, Stacey was functional enough to make it to the rose ceremony, where she was promptly sent home by Matt, along with 9 other women. So it seems there will be no bachelor wedding bells ringing for Stacey, who is back on the Chicago market, fellas!!
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Those are the crazy eyes of a serial killer
Do we know where she goes to school?
I kind of felt bad for her at the point where she said: "I want to find a pharmaceutical to cure something that nobody has thought of." And I want to ride a unicorn, baby.
Still, maybe a production assistant paid her off to say that.
trixie.
Sweet I'll go take a trip to Wicker Park and see if I can't find her.
Seriously though, it shocks me what some girls will do for fame.
I was approached by a Bachelor casting agent a few years ago in LA, I passed the first round, and then thought, what the hell am I thinking?! I don’t want to air all my dirty laundry in front of the country, and for what? Not for a talent that I have or for something that I worked hard on, but to chase a man on tv that I have never even met!
Even if you want to blame the producers for pumping the girls full of alcohol, there have been enough reality tv shows that we know how these things end up. Save yourself the embarrassment and find something you really love to pour your energy into.
yay, nothing like a dumb, vapid, drunk!
London can keep her.
Stuffing your panties in his pocket almost always works, but not as well as spilling a drink on him and wretching on his shoes. She just didn't bring her A game.
@Navin:
Wicker Park? Are you serious? She doesn't look like the type of girl who would look down on you for not knowing about Flosstradamus' latest remix or owning something not bought (or looks like it was bought) from a thrift store.
She reeks of Downer's Grove. Maybe River North if you think she's a city dweller.
Her family lives in Bloomington, apparently. She was born and raised in Texas until the fam moved out here.
I think Navin was pointing at the fact you wouldnt find her in Wicker Park?
Maybe Lincoln Park... or Downers Grove sounds about right too.
Shouldn't that equation read:
Chicago + ( - Panties) = - True Love
-chicago x true love = -panties???
my whole point is, there is no doubt there was not the absense of true love.
what's worse - drunk trixies or hipster chicks that take themselves too seriously?
reality tv sucks. end of discussion.
2 weeks in Chicago and I have witnessed Stacey drunk and rude on television. This past weekend I witnessed my next door neighbor take her dog for a walk, and she was so drunk that she pulled down her pants and peed next to a wall. I am sure there is a higher quality of Chicago women out there somewhere.
@davidt23:
Nope.
I didn't see The Bachelor, but the above comments remind me of an important Election Day last year. I was waiting at 6:30 AM to vote on the first floor of the high-rise next to my high-rise.
The voting booths were set up in the workout room, which was closed for the day. Mailed notices and posted signs had indicated that this was the polling place, as it has been for at least ten years.
As I waited, a young Chicago woman bounded out of the elevator, armed with an i-Pod and wearing a stylish workout suit. Two more trickled down over the next few minutes. One after the other, they said, "Closed? What for?"