If I were offered the choice of sticking pins in my eyes, having my toenails pulled out, or watching the Rose of Tralee, yes you've guessed it -- I would be running to the sewing box and happily placing a few needles into each eyeball WHILE taking off my own toenails.
This festival is my least favourite television show ever. I cannot begin to explain the anger I feel as the women parade up and down, as Diddly- i Daithi winks, smirks and hops around the stage.
It's not the production, or the women themselves. For me, it really and truly is the ethos of this show. This sorry event is the least relevant show on Irish television and benefits no one, apart from the people who make money as a result.
Seemingly the idea for the Rose of Tralee festival came about in the 1950s. when a group of local business people met in Harty's bar in Tralee to come up with ideas to bring more tourists.
I can imagine the scene -- four oul fellas sipping their pints, throwing forward-thinking ideas into the ring.
"What about a music festival?", What about an arts week?", "No, I have it, what about 30 gorgeous girls from all over the world parading up and down a stage?"
And as they toasted each other, one of Ireland's most successful festivals was born.
I have wondered year after year what these women actually do when they win.
In fact, I have wondered what they do in the lead-up to the event. We read about trips to charities and photo calls at beautiful spots around the country, but I still keep shouting (in the confines of my house) -- "WHAT DO THEY BLOODY DO?"
And then I see a documentary that shines some light on one of the roses, who won the competition last year. The documentary was called A Rose In India and it featured Clare Kambamettu and her father.
It was funded by the charity VSO, so the programme featured the work done by VSO. But it also was a journey between Clare and her father.
We saw for the first time just how intelligent and interesting Clare Kambamettu was.
Taken out of the disco ball that is the Tralee tent, and moved away from the ridiculous condescending cocoon that engulfs these roses, we saw a woman who wanted to learn about the world and who was deeply affected by her trip to India.
She spoke of her interest in mental health issues, she met family members she hadn't seen in years. We saw a changing India, and how her father felt about a country he thought he knew
This documentary was worth 100 Rose of Tralee shows.