But when I heard about More To Love, I was intrigued. I like curvy girls, real women with real bodies. Fat, chubby, plus-size, plump, Rubenesque, use whatever term you will, but I tend to find them more attractive than the rail-thin waifs and skinny chicks that the media tries to pass off as normal. So the idea of a reality dating show that featured attractive larger women, as opposed to the usual selection, interested me.
After watching the first episode, I'm conflicted, to say the least. On the one hand, it's a nice idea. The women range from cute to gorgeous, bubbling with personality and ready to win the heart of the man. I liked almost all of them. I was sorry to see five of them go after just one episode.
And that's about all I can say on a positive level about this show. Frankly, it's standard issue reality dating show, following the same damned formula as the rest of its ilk, right down to the teary ceremony in which the bachelor chooses who stays and goes. There -has- to be a better way to do this. Or at least a -different- way. Mix it up, people. Deviate from the script. It's no longer innovative or exciting.
Furthermore, putting the contestants' weights on the screen along with their name and occupation every time we see them. WTF? No, just no. We KNOW they're larger woman, we can see it in their bodies, in how they carry themselves, how they look in slinky sexy dresses, how they walk and talk and act. I promise you, we're not going to forget that these woman have curves. It's not necessary to broadcast how much they weigh every ten minutes.
What is with this portrayal of them as lonely, dateless losers who can't get a date because of their weight? They're all beautiful, confident, elegant women, ranging from cabaret entertainer to rocket engineer, awesome woman who kick ass and take names in the world ... and yet they can't find love. The show seems determined to portray them as emotionally strong women whose hearts will shatter with one more romantic rejection. Then it promises us lots of heartbreak and drama.
Finally, we get to the ceremony in which the bachelor picks fifteen out of twenty women. Right off the bat, a quarter of these ladies are being tossed out the door. Welcome to that heartbreak you knew was coming. Cue the teary confessions of how they'll go home and be alone again. Just like that, you've turned the bold concept of "Most reality dating show woman are size 2, the average American woman is size 16, ours are real women with more to love" into exploitive drama.
I'm not surprised. After all, it's reality dating on television.
I am disappointed. I shake my finger at Fox and cry "For shame on you." This could have been so much better. But it's just another dating show with a gimmick, and it doesn't do its contestants justice at all. Congrats, Fox. You found a new niche to milk for all it's worth.
I hope these women find the love they're seeking and the acceptance they deserve, in spite of your efforts to turn them into the next reality dating shtick.
Thankfully, there are others who seem to echo my conflicted feelings and sense of disappointment. And they've said it better than I could.