Rock of Love

I watched a few minutes of the show Rock of Love yesterday. If you are unfamiliar with the show, the basic premise is that a room full of women, most of them surgically "enhanced", throw themselves at Brett Michaels, lead singer of the band Poison. Now some of the women seemed nice and were attractive, but most of them were gross sluts and for his own sake, I hope that Brett double bagged it before getting with any of them. The one woman I could respect on the show was the one who refused to kiss him after seeing him make out with about 10 of the others before she came up in the rotation.

I saw some clips of upcoming episodes, and it looks like they have some stupid, half thought out competitions planned in order to help Brett decide which woman is for him. Apparently everyone involved has to check their dignity at the door. It seems that a prerequisite for reality shows is a certain degree of desperation. Perhaps the whole draw of reality shows is that people feel better about themselves.

Is this really what we've come to? A half hour of tramps throwing themselves at an aging has been? I really can't believe a show like this can make it on the air, and if this writers strike isn't resolved soon, I think we can only expect more programming like this.