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Jo Thornely recaps The Bachelor episode 11

WE THOUGHT the Bachelor had already reached peak awkwardness. Last night, we discovered we were wrong. So very wrong.

Nina Isn't Happy With The Intruders

IT’S episode 11 of The Bachelor, with coaching junior sports, parasailing skorts, and Nina out of sorts.

I think I’m going to vomit.

By now we all know how the opening scenes go. First we take a sweeping look at the Womansion ...

This show has a mansion in it, FYI
This show has a mansion in it, FYI

... then we hang around in the lounge room drinking super-realistic tea ...

Mmm, I love Onglish Brickfast
Mmm, I love Onglish Brickfast

... then Osher comes in and does this:

Secretly flips the bird. I mean brings an envelope.
Secretly flips the bird. I mean brings an envelope.

Osher’s envelope has a group date in it, and we finally find out what this show is all about.

Balls. I mean sport. I mean what?
Balls. I mean sport. I mean what?

Sam wants to see how the girls adapt to certain situations. And by “certain situations” he means “children”. In the distance, there is the sound of tiny, thundering footsteps.

Or possibly twelve ovaries exploding simultaneously.
Or possibly twelve ovaries exploding simultaneously.

Each girl has to coach the kids in a specific sport, with varying degrees of success.

Snezana’s motherly nurturing facilitates the skilled smashing of hurdles.

Sarah, who hasn’t played with a child since she was one and claims that “balls in general are not really my thing” fails to inspire the next generation of T-Ballers.

Heather is to cricket and rapport with children what Donald Trump is to natural-looking hair.

Rachel, ex-champion of the 100 metres, 200 metres, long jump, high jump and probably the Olympics, has all the maternal warmth of a buried doorknob, and brings a holistic approach to playing soccer.

Just put everything on the field in the goal. Everything.
Just put everything on the field in the goal. Everything.

Lana is, in life as in basketball coaching, inoffensive and sweet with an undulating wall of syrupy hair that prevents her from being too uninteresting.

Finally Nina, entrusted with rugby tackling skills, is such an endearing and enthusiastic natural that I want to go to the park with her myself.

Come at me bro
Come at me bro
Well done bro
Well done bro

The real winner on the day, though, is this kid, who already knows the rules of soccer thank you very much and needs his own show:

The Bachelor: Girl’s Germs.
The Bachelor: Girl’s Germs.

While we transition to the next date, can we just go back and look at Lana’s hair? Seriously, it’s like molten chocolate in a vacuum.

What? Oh right, sorry. The next date.
What? Oh right, sorry. The next date.

The next date is a single one, which almost everyone thinks should be Nina’s.

It is not Nina’s.

That’s fine. It’s fine. I’m totally fine.
That’s fine. It’s fine. I’m totally fine.

It is Lana’s.

YAAAAY! Heather: OMG GOD CAN I TOUCH IT
YAAAAY! Heather: OMG GOD CAN I TOUCH IT

The first thing you need to know about the date is that Lana is wearing a skort.

Half skirt. Half shorts. All controversial.
Half skirt. Half shorts. All controversial.

The second thing you need to know is that Sam and Lana go parasailing, entrusting their lives to a giant emoji.

How’s that fear of heights going, mate.
How’s that fear of heights going, mate.

The third thing you need to know is that when you go for dinner, drinks and a private one-man concert, it’s a bit less awkward for everybody when you’re singing about waking up next to someone in bed if you hide the guitar amp behind a couple of pot plants.

But only a bit.
But only a bit.

They dance. They speak some Spanish. They feed each other. They spend their time together talking about how it feels to spend time together.

One of them gives the other one a rose and a kiss on the cheek. It’s lovely, but it will probably be a bit more interesting if we just stare at Lana’s hair some more.

But only a bit.
But only a bit.

Should we check in on Nina? Let’s see how Nina’s doing. She’s the tough one in the house, right?

Naw. Her gooey centre is leaking out of her face.
Naw. Her gooey centre is leaking out of her face.

Now, before we get to the cocktail party, can we talk about the fact that Heather rolled in something sticky and then walked through a room full of grandmas?

Get off my lawn, dude.
Get off my lawn, dude.

The cocktail party is tense, not helped by the fact that Lana arrives halfway through with a rose.

Excuse me waiter, my Parmigiana’s gone cold.
Excuse me waiter, my Parmigiana’s gone cold.

“So what did you guys get up to?” asks Lana, after gushing about her date.

“I put on a dress”, answers Nina, biting through her own jaw.

Should we check in on Nina? Let’s see how Nina’s doing.

One technological advance away from having laser-eyes.
One technological advance away from having laser-eyes.

Sam, who can feel the weirdness in the air, locks his Furrow of Concern into overdrive.

He’s concerned that this rose ceremony is going to be a great farce.
He’s concerned that this rose ceremony is going to be a great farce.

Whether or not the rose ceremony is a great farce, it certainly gives great face, from Nina’s ever-present tongue thing:

She was born on a pirate ship
She was born on a pirate ship

To Snezana’s sublime side-eye.

Textbook.
Textbook.

Osher, resplendent in a reinforced basalt suit, ushers Sam into the ceremony, and the first half of the roses are distributed to Snezana and Heather without incident.

Suddenly though, Sam becomes visibly distressed, either because these decisions are getting more serious, or because he’s concerned that he may be about to monumentally waste our time.

Or he remembered he left the iron on.
Or he remembered he left the iron on.

He picks a rose up. He puts a rose down. He WALKS OUT OF THE ROOM. Who does he think he is, Emily?!

Perhaps it’s a good time to check in on Nina? Let’s see how Nina’s doing.

You and us both, babes.
You and us both, babes.

Sam finds Osher deep in the Womansion’s bowels and they have a long, convoluted talk. Kind of.

Basically it goes like this:

Sam: “This is really hard”

Osher: “Yep”

This is your basic ‘suck it up princess’ face right here.
This is your basic ‘suck it up princess’ face right here.

Sam re-enters the Rosatorium, wipes a drop of unnecessary drama juice from his eye, magics three roses out of thin air, and lets the girls know that nobody leaves tonight.

Nobody except, y’know, for our faith in humanity and lust for eliminations. That’s already halfway home in an Uber, and Australia just entered the Guiness Book Of Records for Highest Number Of Television Viewers All Swearing At Once.

Let’s check in on Rachel. Rachel, how do we feel about this?

Exactly.
Exactly.

Jo Thornely doesn’t get enough attention at her day job, so she writes for various outlets, takes up way too much bandwidth on the internet, and loves it when you explain her jokes back to her on Twitter. Jo will be faithfully recapping The Bachelor for news.com.au. Follow her on Twitter @JoThornely

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