I don’t really know how much detail or context you need in order to understand what went down on this season of The Bachelorette. You don’t have to ever have even seen an episode of the show. I could just describe the last 30 minutes of the two-hour finale to you and you’d be like “oh cool, of course. Got it.” You wouldn’t even have any follow-up questions.
This season of The Bachelorette was like giving a lion the choice between a gazelle or a Fruit Roll-Up for dinner. That’s not a choice at all.