Sunday, April 13, 2008

Stop Rockin' my World

So. I have a confession.

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 skanks girls and before the first commercial break, I stopped the recording because it was just so terrible. *PHEW* At least I'm not going to get hung up on THAT again.

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.


Lindasis said...

Ditto with the exception of the DVR...I had to watch 'live'. I defaulted to both series because I just don't like the shows LATE on Sunday night(especially on my staple of HGTV...I'm not sure what they show off the top of my head but I know it's the one night I can't watch their line up.) Anyway, Sunday night I can never go to sleep early so, a few months / weeks ago (?) I defaulted to this again. And the 'females' were horrible for the most and I do hope this one works out and I do hope not to see Bret on another show because he looks to old and pathetic now and I'd rather remember the 80's Bret when we were all younger and not so jaded.

I'm mean, really, how can the younger, prettier, closer to normal girls on this show really be hot and bothered by this man???

Julie said...

I can't believe there is someone out there that hates American Idol as much as me. I have seen about 1 minute of someone screeching and A. could not stand to hear it
B. felt sorry for the person screeching and couldn't believe people could be so cruel.

The only reality shows I have seen are Gone Country, and, yep, you guessed it, Rock of Love. Really.

Klinde said...

I am sad to report that I am one of those fools who are in love with some crap TV. Sadly I am a slave to “Survivor”. But the kicker was just the other day. My mother, a woman who loathes reality TV, asked me if I had seen “Rock of Love”. Mind you, she has no idea who Bret is yet she too was drawn in and hooked. She told me this little revelation Saturday evening while we were having dinner before going to the opera.

Too funny!! I actually snorted…

Klinde said...

Oh, worse yet, on some cable channel the other night I came across the absolute worst and dumbest idea yet for a reality show… Ready for this??

Drum roll, please…..

It is called “Parking Wars” and is actually a 30 minute show that is about tow truck drivers coming to pick up vehicles to be impounded… Unreal reality!

Lindasis said...

"Great" can see Bret again. He's on the next "Don't Forget the Lyrics" - celebrity edition. (Unless they show it more than once a week it should be next Thursday?)

He also has the option to sing a song from one of your favs....Barry Manilow. Something tells me he doesn't choose that one!

Linda said...

Every reality show is just wrong on so many levels... Including Bret Michaels singing karaoke to a Manilow classic.