Ah, The Bachelorette, every girls (and guys) guilty pleasure. While we watch surrounded by our friends and copious amounts of wine, we see the overdramatic reality relationships unfold before our eyes every Monday night. And while there is obvious placed drama in the show I can't help but notice one very universal truth, we always fall for the Chad. Now if you watch the show at all or have a twitter or well, a life, you know very well who Chad Johnson is. The meat and sweet potato ravaging, aggressive villain of the show.

There's a Chad everywhere. There's one in your favorite frat, one in your women's studies class because he needs the credits, and there is always a Chad in the dining hall filling up an extremely large empty milk jug. They're the guys that have an arrogance to them. They're attractive, often funny, and they're always asking the very famous "Who do you know here?" You get drunk and you hook up with the Chad, maybe even start to like him after a few occasions. But then you realize he is bat shit insane. You think you can fix him and whatever issues he has, like his dad never gave him a pat on the back after his little league games. But you can't. You can't fix a person – that's their job, not yours. But as naive girls we continue on, thinking we'll see the good in our own Chads while our friends gag at the thought of him and sometimes even hold us down so we don't answer his 2 a.m. "wyd" text. It's a vicious cycle really.

We watch how he treats others (awfully) and think, "oh he's not that bad, no one understands he's so much different when he's with me". However, you start to notice he starts to ignore the weird legacy pledge with the gel in his hair the same way he ignores you when you talk about your day. He's about as confrontational as it gets and always ALWAYS wants to "take this outside". He doesn't care about your problems or that your day had about a million low points. The only thing he cares about is the low point on your shirt.

And I guess the moral of the story really is, Chad should not get our rose. No matter who the Chad is in your life, realize him for what he is and send that boy packing. You're better than this and there's a James Taylor right around the corner for you to sweep you off your feet, I promise.