snarkwifedotcom

Poor Jen Schefft. First she gets dumped by wine hottie Andrew Firestone, then she has to schmooze with 25 men at a highly produced cocktail party and weed out the ones who are insanely obsessed with her.

Then…then she’s stuck on a one-on-one date with Febreze, the freshest gay man this side of an Axe deodorant commercial. They’re talking, he’s beeeeeeeeeeeeeing zee charming Fwench suitor and then…before you can say “Freedom Fries,” the guy shoves his tongue down her throat!

Sensing (I assumed, incorrectly) that he was on his way out after not being able to control his fresh self, he engages in girly talk about…giggle…boys…with Jen and who was there for the right reasons and who wasn’t. Whatever those are. I’m guessing that showing off your horrible makeout skills in the hopes of snagging a lucrative Hollywood movie deal falls under the “There For the Wrong Reasons” column in love’s t-chart.

Assuming (risking incorrectness, again) someone watches this show besides me and Dell, did anyone else’s jaw drop when she actually picked Pepe Le Pew (I had no idea last week’s reference to The Stinky One would prove so ominous for this week’s episode) to go to the next round? I didn’t think my jaw could drop any further, but drop it did when he proceeded to get pissy because he was picked last. Boo freaking hoo.

Still love Wendell…especially his mocking impression of Febreze during the closing credits.

The irony of airing SuperNanny right after The Jen Schefft Bachelorette Experience isn’t lost on me, either.