A break from the real world

I am currently semi-addicted to one of VH1's 'celebreality' shows: Rock of Love. It's about poor Bret Michaels' search for...a date. Originally, I thought this was about his search for someone to love but he corrected everyone's notion of that in the recent People magazine. So...a guy who's fairly cute (except when he takes his hat and headband off...I've never seen such bad hair on a guy who has a full head of it) and is a lead singer of a well-known (if sometimes mocked) band can't get a date?!?

When I watched the first episode, I told myself that I wasn't going to watch this because it's the typical cliche - all these strippers/breast implanted girls trying to vie for the attention of a musician. 3 episodes later, I haven't been able to look away but I haven't gone so far as to where I have to tape it weekly. I do wonder about something though...he's 44 years old. He's been known for 20 years. He's had sex with Pamala Anderson and countless others. Why isn't he sick of fake breasts by now or is that a feature that one never tires of? I should email him and tell him that he should move away from these tramps and focus on girls that wear turtlenecks. Despite their mainstream, puritan appearance, they can be a lot of fun.