Banana Booth - Mercy Children's Hospital (March 8, 2014)

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Banana Booth Pics - Mercy Children's Hospital : Nurses Week
Great pics!  Looks like a lot of fun







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[Isabel123]

Mr. S ‏@JSmoooth22 2h So I guess my mom met Juan Pablo today pic.twitter.com/IcRB50gmKb

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[Isabel123]

Experts Advice re: love on "the bachelor" and "bachelorette" show.




TV shows like 'The Bachelor' feature women professing love to men they barely know. Is it for real?

CDO  Maya Ezratti Rewarding Relationships By CDO Maya Ezratti Rewarding Relationships, CEO Ellen Whitehurst, Abby Rodman, Jasbina Ahluwalia, Melanie Gorman

Let's be honest: is love at first sight really possible? Can you instantly know he's "the one"?

In a new video from YourTango, Experts Jasbina Ahluwalia, Maya Ezratti, Ellen Whitehurst and Abby Rodman speak with YourTango Vice President Melanie Gorman about the phenemonen of instantaneous love, perpetuated by shows like The Bachelor. The reality competition series may be unrealistic for the rest of us, but we can use it as a teaching tool in our own dating lives.

Read more: http://www.yourtango.com/2013191632/when-dating-can-you-trust-love-first-sight-video#ixzz31GauRiCD

[Isabel123]

Today's pics.....

amyjohnson34 Puttin the moves on Juan Pablo #yesiwillacceptyourrose @erikarosemiller @caitbrady1 @annapham3 @melissapusateri 45min
Read more at http://web.stagram.com/p/717003670733031578_246858169#1jLoupWeiaITGXe7.99


alittlebitfancy well I never watched but I like this Juan you speak of Nikki was so beautiful it isn't fair. the Juan angie loves #futbol #thebachelor 30min
Read more at http://web.stagram.com/p/717012506923102537_6562683#CV3TAHPzL5f7UpAE.99

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More pics....

rxlpn6 #dinner for @drewdroppin s #burtday @rjbx22 @_ma66ie @nikki_ferrell @juanpagalavis #instakc #artichoke #Minnesota #acidic 4h
Read more at http://web.stagram.com/p/717091641108382656_25052735#cTSx54jiyXoHHZ2F.99


raekeller Juan and Nikki


raekeller Juan! 6h


raekeller I met Juan Pablo 6h


amykathrynk #bachelor

[Isabel123]

The multi faceted Juan.... he can paint [new pic] and he can play the piano [posted 2 mos ago].

brittopopart My friend super star Juan Pablo visiting me in the studio and helping to paint his own-portrait !!! As talented as his father #juanpablogalavis 5h
Read more at http://web.stagram.com/p/717077220117510336_373827109#f2hsTeQgHuFIQaz3.99


juanpagalavis
2 months ago
One of my FAVORITE tunes from ALL times...Thanks Maestro @eduardomarturet for CONDUCTING me with the Swarovski Batton and @Athinamarturet for MODELING for us.

[Isabel123]

Glad someone posted a full shot. We can exactly see what Nikki was wearing last night. I'm not sure if this is the same black dress she wore during her 1st 1 on 1 date with JPG.

Met Nikki & Juan Pablo from #thebachelor last night at Zocalo! But that sad moment where I have never watched that show and my friends were the ones who had to tell me who they were.
2.57 pm 5/10/2014

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Brandee Mousaw ‏@BrandeeMousaw 12m
We met @JuanPaGalavis and @Nikki_Ferrell

[notarose]

Well, they must be at the Speedway. Nikki just posted a pic on her IG.  ( I know, I need to get a life! )

Nikki's mom is there too

jenferrell12
My view this afternoon. Hi tiny @bretteldredge ! I see u and hear u. Thanks@juanpagalavis

http://web.stagram.com/p/717562945425362867_50336010#flOd8Quu61pXT28O.99


This is a screencap.  The original is an IG vid however it is just a panoramic of the venue.


@nikki_ferrell
The suite life! #NASCAR

[Carolina2020]

JP's twitter comment concerning Michael Sam.

Juan Pablo Galavis™ @JuanPaGalavis · 3h
Watching SportsCenter Decision Day for @MikeSamFootball, SAD the NFL made a BIG deal of his Sexual Orientation. He is a FOOTBALL player...

[Isabel123]

Another good article on "the bachelor" show:

http://www.nytimes.com/2014/05/11/opinion/sunday/the-marriage-plot.html?_r=0

The Marriage Plot
By ROXANE GAYMAY 10, 2014

BOY meets girl. Boy and girl fall in love. Boy and girl marry, etc., etc., etc. Or. Boy (Girl) meets 25 girls (boys). Boy and girl perform falling in love in front of video cameras, producers and millions of television viewers. It is spring, the feverish time when people fall in love, when people who have fallen in love promise their lives to one another — blushing brides, nervous grooms, extravagant weddings, compressed versions of the overproduced rituals of television shows like “The Bachelor” and “The Bachelorette.”

Since 2002, these two shows have offered a grotesquerie of the courtship ritual that is predicated on the fragile premise that “the one” is waiting among a carefully selected group of entrepreneurs, pharmaceutical reps, dental hygienists and personal trainers.

I have never dreamed of being a princess. I have not longed for Prince Charming. I have and do long for something resembling a happily ever after. I am supposed to be above such flights of fantasy, but I am not. I am enamored of fairy tales.



In “Aschenputtel,” or Cinderella, by the Brothers Grimm, the daughter of a wealthy remarried man is subject to the cruel whims of her stepmother and stepsisters. When the king throws a ball, a white dove brings Cinderella a gown and slippers so she can attend the ball. For three nights, wearing ever more beautiful gowns, Cinderella dances with the prince. He falls in love, but on the third night, she flees, leaving behind a golden slipper. The prince comes to her home bearing the slipper. The stepmother counsels one daughter to cut off her toes so her foot might fit in the slipper. This deception is revealed. The second sister has cut off part of her heel to fit into the slipper, but her deception, too, is revealed. Then the prince learns of Cinderella, hidden away in the kitchen, and her foot slides perfectly into the slipper. They marry while the stepsisters are blinded by doves who strike them in the eyes.

In both darker and lighter versions of fairy tales, a woman’s suffering is demanded in exchange for true love and happily ever after. She must be trapped in a tower or poisoned by an apple or forced to spin straw into gold. She must wait for the hand of a man who is fooled not once but twice before he finds her. Throughout any given season of “The Bachelor,” the women exclaim that the experience is like a fairy tale. They suffer the machinations of reality television, pursuing — along with several other women, often inebriated — the promise of happily ever after. Instead of bleeding from the foot to fit a golden slipper, they bleed their dignity, one episode at a time.

The show encourages us to believe in love until we shouldn’t: The chemistry isn’t there or the time isn’t right or he simply isn’t that into her. The ending of this approximation of a relationship is as banal as it is humiliating. When each contestant leaves, eyes red, lips trembling, mascara streaking, she is embraced by the soft leather seat of a limousine. Many of the young women, in their early to mid-20s, plaintively say, “I’m never going to find anyone” — a lament that is a bit hard to take from someone who would have trouble renting a car.

I am 39. I am single. I am a black woman. I have too many advanced degrees. Many a news story tells me finding true love is likely a hopeless proposition. Now is the time when I need to believe in fairy tales. People are impossible, but I am clawing for ways to find someone with whom to be impossible. I know how damaging fairy tales are for women, how much sacrifice is demanded for an all-too-fragile promise of love, but still I watch “The Bachelor” and “The Bachelorette.” I suspend my disbelief and common sense. I mute my feminism. I buy into the notion that a man or woman can find love among 25 tanned and extremely fit potential suitors, in a mere matter of weeks, as long as the courtship is, unlike the revolution, televised. Maybe true love isn’t out there for me, but I can sublimate my loneliness with the notion that true love is out there for someone.

“The Bachelor” harkens back to Puritan times, when courtships were supervised by parents and other invested parties to secure wealth, land, social standing. Love was not a necessary condition of marriage. Instead, Puritans focused on more rational considerations. Though these rational considerations are different on “The Bachelor,” they are there — is this person attractive? Can they form basic sentences? Are they willing to sacrifice themselves to the spectacle? But now it’s television producers who work to make the proper match.

During the colonial era, courting couples were bundled together, fully dressed, in individual cloth sacks tied at the neck with a bundling board between them. These couples could whisper sweet nothings to each other but couldn’t satisfy any other desire. Beneath the glare of cameras and the manipulative intrusions of producers, the couples on “The Bachelor” and “The Bachelorette” are similarly bundled until one of the last episodes, where couples can visit a “fantasy suite.” The cameras disappear. The next morning, the men and women stare into the camera and say things like, “We talked all night,” or “It was perfect.” The rest of us know they finally had sex.

Last season, “The Bachelor” was, however, a fairy tale interrupted. Two women refused to be arranged. Sharleen Joynt decided that though she was intensely attracted to Juan Pablo, the Bachelor, he didn’t stimulate her intellectually, and she left the show. Andi Dorfman, who will be the next Bachelorette as that show begins again next week, was sent with Juan Pablo into the fantasy suite. The morning after, she went off script, saying: “The fantasy suite turned into a nightmare. I saw a side to him that I didn’t really like, and the whole night was just a disaster.” She, too, left the show. Juan Pablo himself refused to be Prince Charming, resisting, despite pressure from the show’s host, to say that he loved the woman he chose. Finally there were cracks in the fairy tale facade.

Romantic comedies and romance novels dish up the same beautiful lies. Couples start out ambivalent or disliking each other or there is unrequited emotion lurking in one heart, waiting to be uncovered by the other. And then the couple fall in love somehow, and there are obstacles, but these things can and will be overcome because true love is always possible when we suffer and sacrifice. Eventually, inevitably, there is a bold, desperately romantic declaration of love followed by a happily ever after. These moments are addictive, bittersweet, strangely satisfying. They fill a hollowness carved by the ways in which our own romantic lives fall ever so short of the beautiful lies. We know better, of course. We rail against these shows and romantic comedies and romance novels and the overwrought consumerism of Valentine’s Day. We say, “This is not how love works.” And mostly, that isn’t how love works. Love is a messy and ragged thing. For many of us, it is endlessly elusive.

And so we’ll be watching next Monday as the newest Bachelorette — who has been through the exquisitely staged courtship routine and knows her lines — says she’s ready for love and knows The One is out there, offering up the trite pablum of Hallmark love. We will watch, mocking the spectacle, secretly trying to fill the ways we are hollow. We are not as cynical as we pretend to be. We continue to date and fall disastrously in love and marry and divorce and try again despite overwhelming evidence that it is a hell of a thing to stay with one person for the rest of your life. Few among us want to die alone, holding that hollow space inside us. The real shame of “The Bachelor” and “The Bachelorette,” of the absurd theater of romantic comedies, of the sweeping passion of romance novels, is that they know where we are most tender, and they aim right for that place.

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