Like all good things, Rock of Love 2 has come to its filthy, glittering conclusion. (Warning: spoiler to follow...)
So in the end Brett Michaels chose the halter top devotee, Amber. Throughout the episode I found myself constantly fighting the urge to vomit, and not simply when Daisy was puking off the side of a boat.
I obviously find this reality series highly disturbing on a number of different levels, not the least of which being the interactions between the women. I find their cutthroat, single minded behavior repulsive, as if snagging a man is the end all and be all. Equally upsetting is the way these ladies eagerly degraded themselves in order to win this man. Seeing as he is old enough to be some of their fathers, why wasn't Brett ever forced to demean himself in their honor? Was Brett grilled on his sordid past the way Daisy and the rest of them were?
The idea that a person could select someone they've only just met to be their permanent "true love" is outrageous. I fear the volatile Destiny had it right all along- how can she love someone she just met? Part of me wants to like Brett Michaels, but I do wish he wouldn't take this pretend quest quite so seriously. I mean, are those tears for reals? I only pray they were using ample amounts of protection. Let's face it, that house is a veritable petri dish for all things STD.
My sister raised a valid point when she suggested that perhaps Brett's lifestyle isn't as wild and hardcore as he'd like the American public to believe. The man is a type 1 diabetic, after all.
All I can say is...I cannot wait for the reunion special! Since Hubby has tired of my asking him, I will in turn pose this question to you: Dear Reader, will you continue to stay here and...rock my world?
xoxo





Did you just want to puke when you saw Amber's clavicle?
I mean she looked like a chicken!!! All those bones?
Haggsville.
How can Bret like that? Me and Bret were supposed to rock the world together!
xoxo
Daisy
Posted by: Weinerdog | April 14, 2008 at 09:25 AM
I certainly can't believe he chose Amber. She is a hag. I understand that she goes against Bret's type so the relationship might work out, but come on. She is so not good. I dry heaved throughout the show while watching her be "sexy". I hope Daisy finds someone special. I will stop now as I have realized I have spent way too much time thinking about Bret Michaels and his love life.
Posted by: Sissy | April 14, 2008 at 11:44 AM
Also, did I miss something or did he have sex with both of those ladies last night? They still cried their faked eyelashed, heavily lined eyes out about him. Have some self respect, women! I mean, Bret is hot now, but only a few short years ago he was getting an Extreme Makeover. And this talk about the Rock n' Roll lifestyle...I was unaware that Poison was selling out stadiums as of late. This isn't 1988.
P.S. Poison is coming to the Bank of Boston Pavillion in August. Also appearing...Sebastian Bach. I am so there!!!
Posted by: Sissy | April 14, 2008 at 11:53 AM
Whenever Amber said "Just so you know I'm not wearing any panties!" I had to leave the room.
I mean your 37 and unsexy STOP STOP STOP trying.
Posted by: Weinerdog | April 14, 2008 at 12:30 PM
For the record, I totally want to see the Poison/Sebastian Bach concert.
Posted by: The Odd Broad | April 18, 2008 at 08:26 PM