All The Wrong Reasons Series

The carriages are ready to roll out, but the girls may not be ready for the harsh reality of reality television. But really- who would be? *** Fated.  An award winning reality dating show, or, as the network likes to call it, The Real Last Chance For A Fairy Tale Ending.  You know how this works. One Prince Charming is picked. He's inevitably handsome, shredded, has a vague enough sounding job to be legitimate, and the ability to lie really well to the cameras. He's looking for his One True Love, and obviously, the best way of finding that person (who always happens to be a white woman, between five foot three and five foot ten, wearing approximately a size zero to four, and preferably blonde) is to have a team of producers round up seventeen women who are all more or less interchangeable, move them into a castle, ply them with alcohol, turn cameras on, and broadcast it all on national television.  Add in a plethora of the most ridiculous dates the producers can possibly think of, too many feelings, real and fake, and an emotional proposal at the end, and you have the highest rated reality show in history. Everyone is willing to play the game. Some walk in more willing than others, but in the end, they all believe in it. The show, the fairy tale, the happily ever after. Regardless of what's happened to previous 'winners' of the show. It's not like anyone's ever been there for the right reasons. But never have the wrong reasons been so wrong. 

A little hello from the resident Fated gossip blogger extraordinaire, Evil Stepsister. Will shenanigans ensue? Obvs. *** ABOUT ALL THE WRONG REASONS   Fated.   An award-winning reality dating show, or, as the network likes to call it, The Real Last Chance For A Fairy Tale Ending.   You know how this works.   One Prince Charming is picked. He's inevitably handsome, shredded, has a vague enough sounding job to be legitimate, and the ability to lie really well to the cameras. He's looking for his One True Love, and obviously, the best way of finding that person (who always happens to be a white woman, between five foot three and five foot ten, wearing approximately a size zero to four, and preferably blonde) is to have a team of producers round up seventeen women who are all more or less interchangeable, move them into a castle, ply them with alcohol, turn cameras on, and broadcast it all on national television.   Add in a plethora of the most ridiculous dates the producers can possibly think of, too many feelings, real and fake, and an emotional proposal at the end, and you have the highest-rated reality show in history.   Everyone is willing to play the game. Some walk in more willing than others, but in the end, they all believe in it. The show, the fairy tale, the happily ever after. Regardless of what's happened to previous 'winners' of the show.   It's not like anyone's ever been there for the right reasons. But never have the wrong reasons been so wrong.

Will a change of scenery help set the mood for falling in love? Probably not. But it can't hurt to try, can it? It can? Oh. *** Fated.  An award winning reality dating show, or, as the network likes to call it, The Real Last Chance For A Fairy Tale Ending.  You know how this works. One Prince Charming is picked. He's inevitably handsome, shredded, has a vague enough sounding job to be legitimate, and the ability to lie really well to the cameras. He's looking for his One True Love, and obviously, the best way of finding that person (who always happens to be a white woman, between five foot three and five foot ten, wearing approximately a size zero to four, and preferably blonde) is to have a team of producers round up seventeen women who are all more or less interchangeable, move them into a castle, ply them with alcohol, turn cameras on, and broadcast it all on national television.  Add in a plethora of the most ridiculous dates the producers can possibly think of, too many feelings, real and fake, and an emotional proposal at the end, and you have the highest rated reality show in history. Everyone is willing to play the game. Some walk in more willing than others, but in the end, they all believe in it. The show, the fairy tale, the happily ever after. Regardless of what's happened to previous 'winners' of the show. It's not like anyone's ever been there for the right reasons. But never have the wrong reasons been so wrong. 

Magical scavenger hunts. Illegal sleepover parties. Unsanctioned PDA (both public and private). And, of course, some potentially ill-advised confrontations. You know.  The usual. *** Fated. An award-winning reality dating show, or, as the network likes to call it, The Real Last Chance For A Fairy Tale Ending. You know how this works. One Prince Charming is picked. He's inevitably handsome, shredded, has a vague enough sounding job to be legitimate, and the ability to lie really well to the cameras. He's looking for his One True Love, and obviously, the best way of finding that person (who always happens to be a white woman, between five foot three and five foot ten, wearing approximately a size zero to four, and preferably blonde) is to have a team of producers round up seventeen women who are all more or less interchangeable, move them into a castle, ply them with alcohol, turn cameras on, and broadcast it all on national television. Add in a plethora of the most ridiculous dates the producers can possibly think of, too many feelings, real and fake, and an emotional proposal at the end, and you have the highest-rated reality show in history. Everyone is willing to play the game. Some walk in more willing than others, but in the end, they all believe in it. The show, the fairy tale, the happily ever after. Regardless of what's happened to previous 'winners' of the show. It's not like anyone's ever been there for the right reasons. But never have the wrong reasons been so wrong.

The storm may have passed, and now it's back to regularly scheduled programming. Mostly. With the exception of some absolutely ridiculous group dates, budding romances between people contractually obligated to not have budding romances, and just a lot more tea than anyone is used to. That is regularly scheduled programming? You sure? *** Fated. An award winning reality dating show, or, as the network likes to call it, The Real Last Chance For A Fairy Tale Ending. You know how this works. One Prince Charming is picked. He's inevitably handsome, shredded, has a vague enough sounding job to be legitimate, and the ability to lie really well to the cameras. He's looking for his One True Love, and obviously, the best way of finding that person (who always happens to be a white woman, between five foot three and five foot ten, wearing approximately a size zero to four, and preferably blonde) is to have a team of producers round up seventeen women who are all more or less interchangeable, move them into a castle, ply them with alcohol, turn cameras on, and broadcast it all on national television. Add in a plethora of the most ridiculous dates the producers can possibly think of, too many feelings, real and fake, and an emotional proposal at the end, and you have the highest rated reality show in history. Everyone is willing to play the game. Some walk in more willing than others, but in the end, they all believe in it. The show, the fairy tale, the happily ever after. Regardless of what's happened to previous 'winners' of the show. It's not like anyone's ever been there for the right reasons. But never have the wrong reasons been so wrong.

Dark and stormy nights can lead to all kinds of mistakes and bad choices. Cultural appropriation. Inappropriate thoughts about people that you shouldn't be thinking about. Messing with dead people.  But all storms end, and then things will get better. Right? Wrong? Damn it.   *** Fated.   An award-winning reality dating show, or, as the network likes to call it, The Real Last Chance For A Fairy Tale Ending.   You know how this works.   One Prince Charming is picked. He's inevitably handsome, shredded, has a vague enough sounding job to be legitimate, and the ability to lie really well to the cameras. He's looking for his One True Love, and obviously, the best way of finding that person (who always happens to be a white woman, between five foot three and five foot ten, wearing approximately a size zero to four, and preferably blonde) is to have a team of producers round up seventeen women who are all more or less interchangeable, move them into a castle, ply them with alcohol, turn cameras on, and broadcast it all on national television.   Add in a plethora of the most ridiculous dates the producers can possibly think of, too many feelings, real and fake, and an emotional proposal at the end, and you have the highest-rated reality show in history.   Everyone is willing to play the game. Some walk in more willing than others, but in the end, they all believe in it. The show, the fairy tale, the happily ever after. Regardless of what's happened to previous 'winners' of the show.   It's not like anyone's ever been there for the right reasons. But never have the wrong reasons been so wrong.

So. Uh. That happened. Now what? *** Fated.  An award-winning reality dating show, or, as the network likes to call it, The Real Last Chance For A Fairy Tale Ending.  You know how this works. One Prince Charming is picked. He's inevitably handsome, shredded, has a vague enough sounding job to be legitimate, and the ability to lie really well to the cameras. He's looking for his One True Love, and obviously, the best way of finding that person (who always happens to be a white woman, between five foot three and five foot ten, wearing approximately a size zero to four, and preferably blonde) is to have a team of producers round up seventeen women who are all more or less interchangeable, move them into a castle, ply them with alcohol, turn cameras on, and broadcast it all on national television.  Add in a plethora of the most ridiculous dates the producers can possibly think of, too many feelings, real and fake, and an emotional proposal at the end, and you have the highest-rated reality show in history. Everyone is willing to play the game. Some walk in more willing than others, but in the end, they all believe in it. The show, the fairy tale, the happily ever after. Regardless of what's happened to previous 'winners' of the show. It's not like anyone's ever been there for the right reasons. But never have the wrong reasons been so wrong. 

Things are, shall we say, spiraling out of control. And not in the well-executed producer-driven way. More in the catastrophic, there-doesn't-seem-to-be-a-way-to-fix-things kind of spiral. But that's what extra special guests are for, right? …Right? *** Fated. An award-winning reality dating show, or, as the network likes to call it, The Real Last Chance For A Fairy Tale Ending. You know how this works. One Prince Charming is picked. He's inevitably handsome, shredded, has a vague enough sounding job to be legitimate, and the ability to lie really well to the cameras. He's looking for his One True Love, and obviously, the best way of finding that person (who always happens to be a white woman, between five foot three and five foot ten, wearing approximately a size zero to four, and preferably blonde) is to have a team of producers round up seventeen women who are all more or less interchangeable, move them into a castle, ply them with alcohol, turn cameras on, and broadcast it all on national television. Add in a plethora of the most ridiculous dates the producers can possibly think of, too many feelings, real and fake, and an emotional proposal at the end, and you have the highest-rated reality show in history. Everyone is willing to play the game. Some walk in more willing than others, but in the end, they all believe in it. The show, the fairy tale, the happily ever after. Regardless of what's happened to previous 'winners' of the show. It's not like anyone's ever been there for the right reasons. But never have the wrong reasons been so wrong.

After some unexpected plot twists, filming continues as Prince Charming moves forward on his quest for True Love. Totally normal. Nothing to see here. Really. Everything's fine. *** Fated.  An award-winning reality dating show, or, as the network likes to call it, The Real Last Chance For A Fairy Tale Ending.  You know how this works. One Prince Charming is picked. He's inevitably handsome, shredded, has a vague enough sounding job to be legitimate, and the ability to lie really well to the cameras. He's looking for his One True Love, and obviously, the best way of finding that person (who always happens to be a white woman, between five foot three and five foot ten, wearing approximately a size zero to four, and preferably blonde) is to have a team of producers round up seventeen women who are all more or less interchangeable, move them into a castle, ply them with alcohol, turn cameras on, and broadcast it all on national television.  Add in a plethora of the most ridiculous dates the producers can possibly think of, too many feelings, real and fake, and an emotional proposal at the end, and you have the highest rated reality show in history. Everyone is willing to play the game. Some walk in more willing than others, but in the end, they all believe in it. The show, the fairy tale, the happily ever after. Regardless of what's happened to previous 'winners' of the show. It's not like anyone's ever been there for the right reasons. But never have the wrong reasons been so wrong. 

So special guests are actually not helpful in the quest toward Happily Ever After. Especially if they're absconding contestants. Threatening them with deadly force. Having a very bad hair day. But that's fine, the show must go on. So what if there's an active criminal investigation going on? Why should that matter? Wait, there are journalists here now? Journalists? Oh, no. *** ABOUT ALL THE WRONG REASONS: Fated. An award-winning reality dating show, or, as the network likes to call it, The Real Last Chance For A Fairy Tale Ending. You know how this works. One Prince Charming is picked. He's inevitably handsome, shredded, has a vague enough sounding job to be legitimate, and the ability to lie really well to the cameras. He's looking for his One True Love, and obviously, the best way of finding that person (who always happens to be a white woman, between five foot three and five foot ten, wearing approximately a size zero to four, and preferably blonde) is to have a team of producers round up seventeen women who are all more or less interchangeable, move them into a castle, ply them with alcohol, turn cameras on, and broadcast it all on national television. Add in a plethora of the most ridiculous dates the producers can possibly think of, too many feelings, real and fake, and an emotional proposal at the end, and you have the highest-rated reality show in history. Everyone is willing to play the game. Some walk in more willing than others, but in the end, they all believe in it. The show, the fairy tale, the happily ever after. Regardless of what's happened to previous 'winners' of the show. It's not like anyone's ever been there for the right reasons. But never have the wrong reasons been so wrong.

The season of Fated continues the same way it always has.  Group dates at odd hours. Dramatic shoe ceremonies. Awkward double dates. They've practically got it down to a science by now. Regardless of what has happened, or who shows up to investigate, or how many people think filming should be cancelled. Pay no attention to the chaos and heartbreak behind the scenes, it's not important.   Really. Trust us. *** Fated.  An award-winning reality dating show, or, as the network likes to call it, The Real Last Chance For A Fairy Tale Ending.  You know how this works. One Prince Charming is picked. He's inevitably handsome, shredded, has a vague enough sounding job to be legitimate, and the ability to lie really well to the cameras. He's looking for his One True Love, and obviously, the best way of finding that person (who always happens to be a white woman, between five foot three and five foot ten, wearing approximately a size zero to four, and preferably blonde) is to have a team of producers round up seventeen women who are all more or less interchangeable, move them into a castle, ply them with alcohol, turn cameras on, and broadcast it all on national television.  Add in a plethora of the most ridiculous dates the producers can possibly think of, too many feelings, real and fake, and an emotional proposal at the end, and you have the highest-rated reality show in history. Everyone is willing to play the game. Some walk in more willing than others, but in the end, they all believe in it. The show, the fairy tale, the happily ever after. Regardless of what's happened to previous 'winners' of the show. It's not like anyone's ever been there for the right reasons. But never have the wrong reasons been so wrong.

The final shoe has been given, a mystery has kind of sort of been solved, which means that this season of Fated is finally coming to a close. All the girls are headed into safe houses, where they'll stay until the season premiere. What can possibly go wrong? *** ABOUT ALL THE WRONG REASONS: Fated. An award-winning reality dating show, or, as the network likes to call it, The Real Last Chance For A Fairy Tale Ending. You know how this works. One Prince Charming is picked. He's inevitably handsome, shredded, has a vague enough sounding job to be legitimate, and the ability to lie really well to the cameras. He's looking for his One True Love, and obviously, the best way of finding that person (who always happens to be a white woman, between five foot three and five foot ten, wearing approximately a size zero to four, and preferably blonde) is to have a team of producers round up seventeen women who are all more or less interchangeable, move them into a castle, ply them with alcohol, turn cameras on, and broadcast it all on national television. Add in a plethora of the most ridiculous dates the producers can possibly think of, too many feelings, real and fake, and an emotional proposal at the end, and you have the highest-rated reality show in history. Everyone is willing to play the game. Some walk in more willing than others, but in the end, they all believe in it. The show, the fairy tale, the happily ever after. Regardless of what's happened to previous 'winners' of the show. It's not like anyone's ever been there for the right reasons. But never have the wrong reasons been so wrong.

This season of filming is coming to a close, but there are still a lot of questions that will probably remain unanswered. It's not like anyone's secrets are going to be spilled, nor will anyone do something as wild as confess. Not to hidden feelings, not to the real reason they joined the show, and definitely not to murder. And there's absolutely no way (literally, not a single way) that CR is going to agree to a final shoe ceremony. He wouldn't. *** ABOUT ALL THE WRONG REASONS: Fated. An award-winning reality dating show, or, as the network likes to call it, The Real Last Chance For A Fairy Tale Ending. You know how this works. One Prince Charming is picked. He's inevitably handsome, shredded, has a vague enough sounding job to be legitimate, and the ability to lie really well to the cameras. He's looking for his One True Love, and obviously, the best way of finding that person (who always happens to be a white woman, between five foot three and five foot ten, wearing approximately a size zero to four, and preferably blonde) is to have a team of producers round up seventeen women who are all more or less interchangeable, move them into a castle, ply them with alcohol, turn cameras on, and broadcast it all on national television. Add in a plethora of the most ridiculous dates the producers can possibly think of, too many feelings, real and fake, and an emotional proposal at the end, and you have the highest rated reality show in history. Everyone is willing to play the game. Some walk in more willing than others, but in the end, they all believe in it. The show, the fairy tale, the happily ever after. Regardless of what's happened to previous 'winners' of the show. It's not like anyone's ever been there for the right reasons. But never have the wrong reasons been so wrong.

One very last blog post from a certain mysterious blogger, which answers everyone's favorite question: Where are they now? *** ABOUT ALL THE WRONG REASONS: Fated. An award-winning reality dating show, or, as the network likes to call it, The Real Last Chance For A Fairy Tale Ending. You know how this works. One Prince Charming is picked. He's inevitably handsome, shredded, has a vague enough sounding job to be legitimate, and the ability to lie really well to the cameras. He's looking for his One True Love, and obviously, the best way of finding that person (who always happens to be a white woman, between five foot three and five foot ten, wearing approximately a size zero to four, and preferably blonde) is to have a team of producers round up seventeen women who are all more or less interchangeable, move them into a castle, ply them with alcohol, turn cameras on, and broadcast it all on national television. Add in a plethora of the most ridiculous dates the producers can possibly think of, too many feelings, real and fake, and an emotional proposal at the end, and you have the highest-rated reality show in history. Everyone is willing to play the game. Some walk in more willing than others, but in the end, they all believe in it. The show, the fairy tale, the happily ever after. Regardless of what's happened to previous 'winners' of the show. It's not like anyone's ever been there for the right reasons. But never have the wrong reasons been so wrong.