<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8" standalone="yes"?><oembed><version><![CDATA[1.0]]></version><provider_name><![CDATA[The Dish]]></provider_name><provider_url><![CDATA[http://dish.andrewsullivan.com]]></provider_url><author_name><![CDATA[Andrew Sullivan]]></author_name><author_url><![CDATA[https://dish.andrewsullivan.com/author/sullydish/]]></author_url><title><![CDATA[Love In The Age Of Reality&nbsp;TV]]></title><type><![CDATA[link]]></type><html><![CDATA[<p><iframe frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/-A7bEqHqmEA" width="515"></iframe></p> <p>Andrew Palmer <a href="http://www.theparisreview.org/blog/2012/05/29/americas-newest-sweetheart/" target="_self">has watched</a> a decade of&#0160;<em>The Bachelor(ette) </em>and confesses in earnestness that the show has &quot;taught me as much about myself and the world as all other TV shows and Edmund Spenser combined&quot;:</p> <blockquote> <p>No TV show is sadder than&#0160;<em>The Bachelor(ette)</em>. I think we can say that after these ten years. It’s not just the commodification of love, though there’s that. It goes beyond all those shots of men and women alone on balconies, leaning on railings, gazing into the distance, wondering about where they fit in the world.</p> </blockquote>]]></html></oembed>