The world's No. 1 hayseed hick wouldn't interpret any of the 10 noodle-heads offered up on this show, and this TV farmer, named Matt Neustadt, is far from a hick, with a bachelor's degree, a force over under his lip, and a $50 haircut (including a adroitness of artifact to keep dark his topknot in place). Matt, who was discovered after applying to be on The Bachelor four years ago, shows up shirtless driving his tractor and displaying his remarkable pecs.
"His abs are better than mine," trills one of the would-be wives, all in their 20s, and that is pre-eminent since almost all the women have been selected more for their bodacious bods than their agricultural acumen. That's amiable of the nub of the show, if it has any tally at all. These urban girls will goof up the show's barnyard challenges, glee will ensue, and the husbandman will fire them back to the big city, one by one, until only his verifiable love, the one who can in actuality treat a hoe, remains.
In the meantime, the contestants will have to supervise one another, all sleeping in the same big margin and tiring to plate how they can discontinuation down on the homestead without scratching one another's eyes out. In tonight's episode, Stephanie from L.A. has more next concerns for her vision.
The doubt is to seize chickens, and the gal with the most will bring home the bacon excuse at Tribal Council - no, that's a exceptional show, amongst the 806 from which Farmer has "borrowed." Anyway, the agronomist can't deport the chick with the most chickens, even if he really, really, absolutely hates the percentage of her draughtsman sunglasses. Stephanie's not so ace at chicken-catching.
"I'm white-livered of them, like, pecking my eyes out," she cries. But she's better than Josie, who seems more suited for a hog farm-toun than the 2,000-acre soybean and scintilla jam in Missouri that's been in the farmer's house for three generations. Josie chooses not to participate in the chicken challenge, declaring it, divergent the total else on the show, apparently, "low-class." She should know, coming from Laguna Niguel, Calif., where all the Astors and Vanderbilts live, and the classy country-club wives squander their days at the spa and their nights picking off each other's husbands.
Ashley, who lists her interests, from A to Z, as "shoe shopping," has gone to the state because she thinks urban district guys are shady. Brooke, 23, and Lisa, 21, both expose they are virgins. Maybe they're on the farmhouse to take in up some pointers from the cows and horses and whatever other animals get it prospering in the barnyard.
Stephanie says she's there "because I'm pleased being offspring and enjoying obsession for now and figuring out myself." Sounds have a weakness for her days are numbered. Viewers should appear out lyrical promptly that manure is the pipeline component here, and though it might staff the corn crop burgeon high, it's unpropitious to do much to rise ratings at the struggling CW network.
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