I’m not a huge reality television buff by any means, but it is abundant. Therefore, I can’t fault myself too much for falling head over heels for the VH1 juggernaut that is Rock of Love. I’m a little upset that it’s finally over, honestly. I was an avid viewer in season one. I rooted for Jess, but couldn’t deny the charms of Heather and Rodeo. I also, just as passionately, hoped someone would maybe murder Lacey. Alas, Brett did not find his “Rock of Love” and decided to let VH1 take the reigns of his personal life yet again! I didn’t think it could possibly be better the second go ’round, but I’m tempted to report that it was. The formula was unchanged: 20 Trashy yet totally engaging women vye for the adoration of Poison frontman Brett Michaels. Yes, please!
This season, we met Daisy: a pint-sized stripper with a closet-o-skeletons (and a tattoo featuring Jack Skellington…) and a speech pattern that makes me think she was perhaps at one time in rehabilitation after a major accident. There was Kristy Joe, the beautiful eyebrow-less trainwreck who was still married whilst on the show and target number one for constant, bitchy abuse from her housemates. There was Peyton, the “rocker” who desperately needed a chemical peel and some hormone replacement therapy…*sigh*…I can’t believe it’s over.
Long story short — I just read this follow up interview with Brett regarding the show. I think that, perhaps, my favorite reason for watching is that, surprisingly, Brett Michaels is completely endearing. Neither season ever suffered from predictable “plots” or forced drama. At elimination time, I was always genuinely surprised. Ok, I’m done. I can’t believe I just wrote about …eh…I give up…MUFUCKIN’ POISON, BRA!
Tags: awesome, brett, rock of love II, skanks
