I'm waiting for someone in Jed's family to finally say, "Well, you know the boy can't sing," and then everyone in the family be finally relieved that they weren't the only one who saw it and now they can all admit that their son (or brother, cousin, grandchild, whatever) is a talentless hack.
Luke LOVED being the center of attention during his hometown date. Learning about your possible future husband from his Sunday School class gives you so much less information than if you met a group of his best friends, imo. In one your common demoninator is religion; in the other it's your interests, hobbies, sense of humor etc with people that you see regularly for no other reason than that they like you. I'd much rather meet his friends.
In thinking of who might be the next bachelor, I'm still cracking up at the bachelor audition Mike gave in the limo last week. He spoke of his heartbreak and tried so hard to summon some tears. Failing that, he covered his eyes to show his Great Heartache, Go, Mike. It just might work.
And I, too, love the zero fucks Chris Harrison seems to give about this show.