Worst Bachelor Revelation Ever! We’ve established what would-be Winnipeg actress Sarah Blondin is — as you read exclusively in yesterday’s Sun, she’s a contestant on ABC’s The Bachelor: Paris. Now, I can’t escape one horrible thought: Aw for cripes sake, now I have to watch that jeasly crudfest every week just to see if she gets the pearl necklace.

Oh, wait. For a second there I was confusing The Bachelor with quality programming like Spike-TV’s Joe Schmo — you know, the show with that busty “model” Cammy, who turned out to be the star of fetish film Porked and Beans?

Alas, no pearls here — the 25 women on ABC’s fake mating show (starting Jan. 9) only get one lousy rose if bachelor Travis Stork chooses to let them debase themselves in his harem for another week.

Now, please, don’t get me wrong. I am not slagging Miss Blondin — I’m sure she’s a clean girl. But there’s no point in denying that in the past, I’ve painted ABC in the role of pimp with this show. C’mon — producers trick out women in evening gowns, send them on “dates,” then roll tape while the bachelor cops a feel and swaps spittle in the back seat of a limo.

Since Blondin, 23, is legally bound to secrecy until the series plays out to its inevitable conclusion — Stork and his chosen mate stroll hand-in-hand into the sunset, undoubtedly to break up off-camera later — we can only assume she had the purest of motives for signing on to this sad charade.

Most contestants on this series claim they’re looking for their one true love. Even Stork — a hunky, 33-year-old emergency room resident at a Nashville, Tenn., medical centre — says he needs to fill a void in his life with the love of a good woman. But why he chose to look for her on a TV reality show with a lousy mating track record is a mystery. You would think he could probably get a date with one of the nurses in Nashville who refer to him as Dr. McDreamy. Clearly, there must be something wrong with the guy. Our completely fabricated guess: Chronic bedwetting.

It’s an even bigger mystery why any woman with an iota of self-esteem would put herself on The Bachelor block. Even if she does get the guy, after all those weeks of humiliating competition during which he plays cock of the walk with every floozie in TV town, the only excuse for marrying the jerk would be so she could torture him at leisure.

But remember, we’re giving Blondin the benefit of the doubt here — surely she is too smart a cookie to be serious about this made-for-TV love thing. For now, we’re going to assume she auditioned for the show — which shot in fabulous Paris, France — to get international exposure to boost her acting career, which as far as we know has so far consisted of speaking a line in locally lensed teen horror flick Tamara.

So, Sarah B., we reluctantly wish you luck. But, please, next time you feel the urge to hook a man, go about it the old-fashioned way: Cruise a singles bar.