Rock of Love, season 3! The boobs are bigger, and the girls are dumber. Who knew season 2 could be outdone. And thanks to VH1.com, I get to watch it all.
If you don't know - Rock of Love is a reality show where lots of vile, nasty women get drunk, choke each other and vie for the heart of Bret Michaels, lead singer of 80's glam rock band, Poison. Basically, this is Bret's swan song.
I believe we're entering the golden age of reality television: First there was MTV's Real World, which was really boring, people sat in a house, talked out their problems - yawn. But look how far we've come - reality shows are now so divested from reality that the same long-haired, eye-liner wearing bachelor can attempt to find his true love amidst a pack of interchangeable floozies time after time after time.
Rumor has it this is the final season. But I don't buy it. I think we'll be watching Bret search for his leading lady longer than people were watching Gunsmoke or Ozzie and Harriet.
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