Why do we get so invested in the love lives of folks we don’t know? Take, for example, our most recent Bachelorette and her chosen one, Jesse. The fervor around that choice - and the perceived brilliance or ridiculousness of it (depending on who you were pining for) - literally reached a fevered pitch. And I was right there breathing it all in. Last night’s three-hour finale was like a time-released dose of heroin (or what I assume it would be like). Now, look, I’ve got a life. A good one. I have fabulous friends and a loving family. I may not be in a relationship, but shit, most of The Bachelorette viewers are married, so that throws that explanation out the window. So, what is it? What’s the appeal? Are we all hopeless romantics? Do we secretly revel in the pain of others? You tell me. What’s your theory?

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