Remember me, the poster child against reality television?
Well, last summer, I developed a terribly bad habit.
Before we got digital cable and a DVR upstairs, I would flip through the dozen or so channels that I was in the habit of watching and find SOMETHING to watch. And if there was nothing I could stomach, I would start crawling through every channel and see if there wasn't SOMETHING that caught my attention.
And, one evening, while waiting for the 10:00 news to come on so I could actually see my husband before drifting off to sleep, I found it.
Somehow, while flipping through the 70-some channels offered in the basic (extended?) cable package, I landed on Bret Michaels Rock of Love.
And it was B-A-D.
And I flipped right past it.
Then, a few days later, I found myself in the same predicament. And there it was again. And it was still B-A-D. But I watched it. And a few nights later, I found the first episode being reshown, and watched it. By the time the next new episode was shown, I had caught up on the episodes I had missed. Because by this time, we had digital cable and a DVR upstaris and I was able to set a series recording to ensure I caught up on all those early episodes.
And I looked forward to Sunday afternoons, when J.J. took his nap and Joe was at work and I could watch the latest episode.
I have to confess... I spent a good number of years in the 80s listening to hair bands and going to heavy metal concerts. I bought the piano sheet music for every sappy ballad, I left Easter dinner early my senior year to go to the Def Leppard concert and I owned pleather pants and a pair of earrings that were actual miniature daggers.
Hello. My name is Linda and I used to be a head banger.
So I watched the first season and I put it all behind me, moved on, and decided to forget that little lapse of judgement.
I was having dinner with my husband and one of his friends a few months ago and the topic of reality TV came up and somehow, I said (out loud), "I will admit, though, that I got hooked on Rock of Love this past summer."
"So have you seen the new one?" asked Joe's buddy.
"No - who's the rocker in it?" I replied, rolling my eyes.
"It's Bret again. Apparently the first girl didn't work out and he's doing it all over. It just started this week."
Reluctantly, I set the DVR to tape a replay of the first show. I mean, the least I needed was an answer to what happened between Bret and Jess and surely they were going to explain... They didn't really explain; just a quick reference to the reunion show (that I completely missed) and a snippet of Jess saying Bret should have picked Heather.
And then they started introducing the latest group of
Until a few nights later. When "nothing" was on and J.J. wasn't quite asleep yet so it was best that I didn't rattle around the kitchen or tromp downstairs to do something productive...
And all of the shows in the list on the DVR were either Joe's or J.J.'s. And I didn't feel like diving into my new library book or reading the latest issue of Cookie.
So I started watching it again.
And I made it all the way through.
And I set a series recording so each new episode was taped.
And I made it all the way to the "finale" tonight and am SO relieved he saw through Daisy as needing him as a way out more than wanting him...
Of course, I'll have to watch the reunion next week and see if this one took... And I hope it did. Not for Bret. Or Ambre. But for me.
Because I can't take another season.