Can you believe it? The ex-girlfriend is now telling the media that Jake (yeah, I know: who????) was only in it for the money! I cannot believe her accusations can be true. Jake obviously went on this season's The Bachelor because he cannot find a girlfriend any other way, and, according to his numerous appearances on the talk show circuit, he looked everywhere! However, after knowing a woman for (let's say) a few weeks and having sex with a whole bunch of other women at the same time he's allegedly falling in love with that special someone, he cannot be so shallow as to only do the gig for the money.
No, I'll bet he was counting on this series to slingshot him into a media career! It's far out, but maybe he could even appear on ... hm, let me think a minute ... oh, got it: Dancing With the Stars!! (Are the dancers the stars or the novices who dance with them? I forget, since I seldom recognize anyone in either role). After all, it worked for Jon Gosselin, and for OctoMom, and for that Jersey gang of social rejects, the Housewives of several different coasts, and anyone who needs to lose weight: why not Jake? Why not put yourself out there, let it happen, escalate the lifestyle, pretend that a reality show is real?
Ya don't need talent; ya just need a good publicist and a new vocabulary word: sycophant. It's kinda like your own posse, but you pick up the tab for your sycophants because you're the only one with money and that's all they need from you. But, if it makes you feel better, you can pretend that they really, really like the real you and are your friends -- at least until you no longer can support them in the style to which they have become accustomed, thanks to your generosity and transient fame.
Oops: my bad! YOU call that person a fiancee! Whatever. Make it work, people.
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