Molly Pennington

Your hometown is not just some rando locale where you grew up. It's your entire identity, basically. It's the setting for your self-made reality: "This is who I am," chirps Raven. That's why Nick just goes with "Milwaukee" instead of saying godforsaken "Waukesha" when the cops grill him about where he's from. Because Nick is someplace you've heard of. We go muddin,' go to church, go shopping, and go to school with the four remaining bachelorettes on the ever-illuminating Hometown dates.

I drank caffeine, ate candy, ignored What to Expect While You're Expecting — and nothing bad happened.

Josephine sang us out on Episode 3 with a self-styled show tune she performed for Nick.

Ten days after my first due date came and went, I looked in the mirror, screamed, and basically died. Overnight, my stomach and hips had become covered in cherry-pink stretch marks, veining out as if my entire torso had fractured.

Television has been a pulpit since its invention. And pop culture is like religion in that it can create and govern belief.

Rachel has been stealing all Nick's thunder since this whole season started.

The Bachelor seduces us because of its titillating alignment with larger American culture. We wouldn't have predicted we'd find anything meaningful in reality television and yet, now that a reality star is set to helm the country, we know we must've missed some bigger connection somewhere along the way.

The news about Rachel destroyed this whole episode because after she was confirmed as the Next Bachelorette, nothing else mattered. Rachel is The New Queen of Bachelor Nation, her Majesty the real actual winner of this damn show. Twitter exploded with glee as the whole rhapsody trended.

Based On Her Persona, If Corinne Were A Man, She'd Be The Next POTUS

This teensy little Bachelor episode is only an hour long, but it's one enormous, platinum vagine tease from start to finish.