Much the same way you can't look away from a trainwreck about to happen, while flipping channels I could not look away from Rock of Love on VH1 yesterday. It's like The Bachelor only for rocker chicks I guess. It reminds me of The Flavor of Love. Only Bret Michaels seems a lot brighter than Flavor Flav. Although who isn't.
I found the structure of the show fascinating. They seemed to have taken all the elements of The Bachelor and just made them trashy. Instead of giving the girls a rose, he gives them a backstage pass. Instead of asking if they'll accept his rose, he asks if they'll continue to rock his world. They toast with beer cans instead of champagne glasses at the end. And when he describes the girls he picked to stay in the elimination ceremony, his description of them generally includes the words "hot" and "smokin'." There's also a stripper pole in the living room of the house which gets heavy use and girls were taking their tops off in the first episode.
I'd like to say "What has America come to?" or "Where are their parents?" but that seems silly. I'm thinking being on this show is like the culmination of some madness in the lives of those girls. Makes me think willingness to go on that show is the least of their problems. Also makes me think there won't be any "Take Bret home to meet your family" dates.
The show left me with a lingering need to scrub my entire body clean and a newly defined line in the sand for shows I can't handle. I finally pulled myself out of the gutter and changed the channel. Save yourselves if you can. And don't make eye contact. Bret's eyeliner is kind of mesmerizing. So are his hair extensions.