
Oh, reality shows: the bane of our existence and our favorite guilty pleasure. ‘Tis a paradox.
When word first came around that Poison frontman Bret Michaels was poised to star in his own reality show, flashes of teased hair, war-paint makeup and garish outfits plagued my subconscious. And whaddaya know - the show played out with every stereotype in tow, outside of the unexpected charming demeanor of Mr. Michaels.
If Bret was any other dude you wouldn’t feel his “plight” - the burden of man who wants nothing more than a expert hooker under the guise of a nice girl exclusively for him. Rock of Love’s greatest trick was making viewers empathize with Michaels’ daunting task of finding a “nice girl” (read: a slut behind closed doors) amongst out-in-the-open-sluts/party chicks.
Basically, Bret wants what every man in history has ever wanted. Read More »

































































