Few,
if any, regular viewers of reality television are under any mistaken belief
that what we receive when we tune into our favorite show is in any way
“reality.” But still, even after over a
decade of popularity, the genre thrives because, despite knowledge of how such
shows operate, season after season, reality television successfully sells the
promise of delivering viewers a fleeting glimpse at “the real” hidden beneath
the expertly edited, perfectly packaged dramatic narrative. We watch because these shows allow us to play
the role of the “Peeping Tom” without (much) guilt, witnessing the bad behavior
of celebrities, the behind-the-scenes action of up-and-coming stars trying to
make it in the world, or the most personal moment of everyday individuals on
the quest for love: awkward first dates,
poorly timed first kisses, emotional breakups, and more. One of the most successful reality television
franchises, ABC’s The
Bachelor/Bachelorette, provides all of the latter against exotic backdrops,
allowing viewers to live vicariously through the (often staged) onscreen
romantic moments of the contestants as they have dates that include helicopter
rides over volcanoes, make out sessions beneath waterfalls, picnics over the
Hollywood sign, playful mountain top snowball fights, candlelight dinners in
ancient castles, and private firework displays.
It’s a successful formula: wish
fulfillment + voyeurism = viewer appeal.
This year, however, The
Bachelorette took its personal brand of voyeurism to a new level and I
imagine I was not alone in finding myself uncomfortable at many points
throughout this season as the show capitalized on events ranging from personal
tragedy and racial conflict to private medical procedures and family
celebration.
The
opening episode of this past season included a somber dedication to a
contestant, Eric Hill, who had died just weeks after exiting the show. Ever ready to dangle even the most
inappropriate carrot to get viewers to tune in, the program was careful to not
reveal how or when the contestant died so that viewers were forced to watch all
scenes with this young man – some of his last moments alive – awaiting the episode
when he would be voted off and his death would be more fully explained. Eric, a contestant depicted as an
adventurous world explorer, was a potential frontrunner in the early episodes. His last moments on the show unfortunately
played into the program’s ability to further sensationalize his death. The bachelorette, Andi Dorfman, kicked Eric
off the show (before a rose ceremony) after a conversation where he accused her
of putting up emotional walls and a façade; he suggested that she was acting
instead of being real. In an
overreaction – he obviously touched a nerve (the lady doth protest too much
methinks) – Andi asked Eric to leave and his time on the program was over. The episode ended abruptly, omitting the rose
ceremony where other contestants were voted off, in order to include a talkback
session between Andi and the host, Chris Harrison, where they discussed
learning about Eric’s death and how it impacted the show. Both stressed how this incident made them
realize how “real” the program really is in that it deals with real people who
could face tragedy at any point. And
maybe as those of us watching at home agreed. Maybe we had finally gotten that
glimpse into the real that we hunger for in reality television shows, no matter
how sad that fleeting moment of real was.
But the show didn’t end with this tête-à-tête.
The
show more flagrantly capitalized on Eric’s death episodes later during Home
Town Week when Harrison – on air – announced to Andi and the remaining four
contestants that Eric had died in a paragliding accident. Per usual, with cameras rolling, the
producers captured the tear streaked faces of the cast and their whispered exchanges
– this time of mourning. And while I’m
sure there was some reality captured in this sad scene – particularly as Andi
cried in regret over the last angry words she said to Eric – the show undid
this sense of reality and its ability to claim it wasn’t trying to
sensationalize this young man’s death in the last few minutes of the
episode. In these moments the camera
crew, producers, and other staff came onto the set and were seen embracing the
cast and one another. In and of itself this
is a perfectly fine gesture. It’s
probably what should have been done. But
quite obviously the cameras were left rolling for an exploitive purpose so that
these emotional exchanges could be played out in front of viewers weeks later. Reality undone. Tragedy exploited.
The Bachelorette hyped up another horrific moment that
occurred in the season: a racial slur that
was (allegedly) made by a contestant.
While racial conflict is not unheard of on reality television and the show
would not be the first to sensationalize it (as viewers of MTV’s Real World would remember), the
inclusion was surprising for a franchise often criticized for its lack of
racial diversity and cultural sensitivity.
The incident came to the forefront when fan favorite, Marquel Martin,
learned from a housemate that a contestant had allegedly referred to him and
another African American contestant, Ron Worrell, as “blackies” during the
season opener. The situation was further
heightened because the contestant in question, Andrew Poole, had already been
portrayed as one of the season’s villains due to other accusations (e.g. that
he had obtained and bragged about getting a woman’s phone number while the
season was underway).
For
a show that has historically (and problematically) ignored race, it did a
decent job of addressing this issue on some levels. Although, to be clear, most of the credit
should go to Martin who, in all situations (reflecting about the incident in
personal interviews, discussing it with housemates, and confronting Poole on
the show both during the competition and during the “Men Tell All” episode
months later), calmly (but passionately) spoke out against ignorance and
racism. However, the show quite
obviously was trying to revive and heighten this conflict during last Monday’s
“Men Tell All” episode. After the men
discussed this event again – reaffirming accusations and denials – Harrison
announced that they had footage of the moment where Poole had supposedly made
the remark during the first rose ceremony and after a prolonged pause and some
precursory shots of the wide-eyed audience, the clip was shown. Although the audio was unavailable, the video
footage did clearly show Poole making an unidentifiable comment during the
scene. Regardless of the exploitive nature of the
show, many were actually hoping that this incident, or more accurately the
popularity of Martin, would lead to the franchise’s first bachelor of
color. (The franchise tried to position
itself as slightly more diverse after having selected Juan Pablo, American-born
Venezuelan former soccer star, as the last bachelor). But, alas, that did not happen. The “Men Tell All” episode revealed that
Martin instead was placed on the most recent formulation of the franchise’s
more raunchy spinoff, The Bachelor Pad
– The Bachelor in Paradise. And moments later the hopes that even more
diversity among white leading men might be possible was shattered when another
fan favorite, Chris Soules, a farmer from Iowa, was also announced to have been
placed on the spin-off. For as much as
the television show is grounded in voyeurism, it looks like we won’t be seeing
anything new in terms of casting choices for a while.
The
final voyeuristic moment The Bachelorette
gave viewers this season involved bringing back a former bachelorette couple,
Ashley Herbert and JP Rosenbaum. Within
seconds of the couple walking to the stage it was evident that they were
expecting a child. After chatting with
the couple for a few moments, Harrison promised “a Bachelor first” and announced that Ashley would be having a live
ultrasound to determine the sex of the baby.
And, indeed, this occurred as an awed crowd, full of smiles and tears,
watched on as the two discovered they were having a boy.
For
some reason this staged event unsettled me.
As a feminist media scholar who is all for normalizing female
experiences that are considered taboo, I would normally applaud a reality
television show that unabashedly discussed gynecological issues or, say,
showcased a woman openly breastfeeding.
But in a decade which has increasingly seen the dissolution of rights
concerning women’s bodies, privacy, and reproductive rights, this projection of
Ashley and JP’s fetus seemed invasive.
As Bachelor wedding events –
the public broadcasting of the nuptials of those contestants who actually make
it to the alter – have become increasingly prevalent, I’ve often joked to
fellow fans that the stars of the program must sign blood oaths that all parts
of their lives are fair game forevermore and that it seems like the equivalent
of signing over the rights to a first born child. Now that joke seems to hit too close to
home. As a woman who has had the joyous
experience of discovering my firstborn’s sex through a private ultrasound, I find it hard to imagine that learning that
news alongside of millions of viewers (and a live studio audience) is as
intimate. But, then again, gender reveal
parties are all the rage right now so maybe I’m alone in my desire to have such
moments be a family affair.
Maybe
this moment on the show disturbed me because, like the show in general, it
seemed so normative. JP and Ashley
seemed like gender caricatures of expecting parents with JP complaining that
Ashley was buying too many baby clothes and trumping his name selections. Just as the program clearly endorses
heteronormativity, it also seems to endorse parenthood, suggesting that having
a baby should be the natural outcome for all married couples. I suppose maybe I just had higher hopes for
this season. After all, this was the
season of the bachelorette who left The
Bachelor on her own terms after a disastrous fantasy suite date. The season focused on the woman who gained
fame for calling the bachelor a chauvinistic, narcissistic jerk – providing one
of the first open critiques of a bachelor in the show’s history. But, then again, this was also the season
that starred a successful prosecutor who left her job as an attorney to find
love on a reality show because her life wasn’t complete without it. It was the season that found the star happily
calling her suitors real men every time the aggressively pulled her aside and
planted rough kisses on her. So, am I
really surprised?
This
season of The Bachelorette definitely
allowed viewers to see things they had never before: the death of a contestant, real conversations
about race, and a live medical procedure, but all of this voyeurism left me
feeling dirty. (And that’s saying a lot since I don’t necessarily often end a season
of the show feeling morally clean!) If
this is the price I have to pay for getting a glimpse at some “real” in the
midst of all the spectacle, I think I
may pass next time around.