Okay, for real the show is starting now, I think, because we're informed this is Day 1. A white float plane comes in carrying Rebekah, age twenty-seven; she's a real-estate broker. "When you look at me, you might think I'm a typical L.A. girl, by the outside," she says in some we-don't-know- where-this-was- shot-but-that-is- definitely-not-Alaska- out-that-window interview. She continues: "But on the inside, absolutely not. Absolutely not. I'm real." I dislike her already. We are treated to shots of her roller-skating through L.A. Could I just point out that when I think "typical L.A. girl," the woman I come up with has blonde hair, bigger breasts, and smaller teeth? Second, I think people who actually are "real" don't feel any need to inform people of their authenticity. Rebekah starts blah blahing about her parents being divorced so she doesn't trust very easily, which is fair enough, but then she explains that she doesn't want to get divorced -- as if anyone wants to get divorced -- and she wants the "one and only." She thinks she'd make a good wife. "I'm ready, I'm absolutely ready," she says. I hate to be rude, but I think in Rebekah's case, the producers should have asked for a birth certificate to double-check her age. We cut back to her plane, and then to a shot of this giant bear lumbering along the ground. ["Quick, check his claw for a ring! Does he like to snuggle?!" -- Wing Chun]