I didn't think I could have any more disdain for "The Bachelor" than I already did.
I was wrong.
The long-running series, in which pretty people get to play out their fantasies, made local news this season, thanks to runner-up Michelle Young, a Twin Cities teacher who seemed far too sensible to get lured into this cesspool.
But Young's story was overshadowed by the revelation that eventual "winner" Rachael Kirkconnell attended an "Old South"-themed bash in college wearing a plantation-style costume.
In an effort to defend her, host Chris Harrison — the show's relationship Yoda — did an interview in which he sounded off against the "woke police" and behaved as if Kirkconnell had participated in a racist act back in the 1950s rather than just three short years ago.
After his attempts to apologize fell on deaf ears, Harrison was sidelined as host.
As a 50-something person of color who would be ridiculed by the show's recruit team, I can appreciate the outrage. But putting Harrison on the bench doesn't accomplish much beyond making producers feel like they should be eligible for an NAACP award.
Remember this: It's the suits who waited 25 seasons before promoting a Black Bachelor; who purposely cast a racist to woo a Black Bachelorette; who have never offered up a season of gay romance.