Monday night I curled up on my couch with a warm fuzzy blanket to watch mindless television. A welcome relief from a long day of work and chauffeuring my three teenage boys around. The Bachelor: The Women Tell All was on.

Shining from my flatscreen was a room full of beautiful women with layers of makeup, cleavage baring dresses, and tongues full of spit and fire.


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Spit and fire aimed at each other.

Over and over they interrupted, criticized, and accused one another. There were tears and eye rolls and a lot of throwing hands in the air.

And underneath the masks of righteous indignation was a room full of women who have so much more to offer this world than to eat each other alive.

Each woman with a story.

But you couldn’t see it. It was covered with layers of posturing.

Want to read more? I am over at the Huffington Post today with the full story.

xo

Lee

 

 

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