The most hated man in America this week is Jason Mesnick. He’s “The Bachelor” who used a wrap-up show to dump his fiancee. Did I say fiancee? I meant game-show contestant.

Before you feel a lot of sympathy for Melissa Rycroft and throw Mesnick into the same lot as Bernie Madoff and Adolf Hitler, keep one thing in mind. Anyone who signs up for a TV series that allows one guy (or gal) to make out with 13 separate people without a blink of intimacy, isn’t interested in finding love. They’re interested in finding fame. I’m not talking about having-your-own-show of fame. I’m talking about the kind where you feel really, really good about yourself because you get to be on the small screen for a few weeks.

You sign up to be exposed, you also sign up to be ridiculed/embarassed/hurt and any number of other things that would happen to a character on a sitcom. Who knows if Mesnick truly had a change of heart or if producers rigged the whole thing to create buzz. Either way, it was entertaining and surprising. “The Bachelor” was never supposed to be about reality. You want reality? Go to the Warehouse District on a Friday night and watch living, breathing single people trying to talk to each other. THAT’S reality.

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