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You know how the saying goes, “It’s like a [insert vehicle here] wreck. You can’t turn away.” Well, for me, reality TV can be this way. The trashier the better. And, I’m (mostly) not ashamed to admit that. Besides network reality TV like American Idol and Survivor, there’s the entertainment found on VH1. And one of the best there? Rock of Love with Bret Michaels.
Obviously I’m a big fan of hair band music, and Poison is the epitome of that genre. Since Brett Michaels is the front man there, I guess that makes him the quintessential hair metal icon (never mind he’s probably bald under that bandana). Now that it’s some 25 years past the hair band hey day, what’s a rocker to do? Go on TV and find “real love” with skanky girls half your age, of course.
That’s the premise of Rock of Love. Lonely Brett needs to find a girl to be his true love because apparently he can’t do that without TV. And since this is the third season, I guess it didn’t work out the past two times. Poor guy. Ok, I know, he does it because losers like me will watch, he has an album to pimp (which is pretty good), and I’m sure he gets a gazillion dollars to do it. And the girls on the show? The trashiest of trashy. Every great once in a while there may be *one* who you wouldn’t be embarrassed to bring home to mom. But for the most part, these girls make Britney Spears seem as elegant as Jackie O.
That said, last night was the big finale, and of course we watched. It came down to a big choice between the “girl next door” and the Penthouse model. Brett chose the Penthouse model (Taya, on top)…For the record, I would have chosen the girl next door (Mindy, on the bottom).
I’m sure your life is further enriched knowing this bit of information.
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