Thursday, October 21, 2010

I Just Can't Seem To Get Rid Of Bret Michaels

Ok..

I would never.. EVER... admit to liking Poison even when I was driving through the city blasting Talk Dirty To Me in my white Cadillac Cimmeron .. bleached blond hair getting all tangled because the moon roof was always open.

I would admit to loving Bret Michael's bubble gum pink lipstick, tho.

Hey.. it was the 80's. A few breaks, please??

And just when you thought that Bret and the crew were FINALLY accepting their potential as one of VH1's What Happened To .. features, up pops Rock Of Love.

Really.. how could you NOT watch an aging rock star that sports European extensions and bandannas?

And once you accepted the reality that 20-something girls with tattoos and implants will do just about ANYTHING to ANYONE to get their face on a reality show, here comes Rock Of Love 2.. and then Rock Of Love Tour Bus .. or Bus Tour.. or something like that.

Maybe not so surprisingly, I got emotionally invested in each of Bret's choices for love. Yes! Jess!! Noooooo Amber... GOD NO TAYA!!! But you know.. it's fake reality and the emotions only lasted until the next reality show started.

Same with Bret and his woman, obviously!!

And then Bret showed up on Celebrity Apprentice.. and then the whole brain aneurysm  happened and it's like whenever you turned around BAM! There he was.

Now.. what risen from the almost dead rock star WOULDN'T take advantage of that? So now we have Bret Michaels: Life As I Know It a show that is more about him and his relationships with his daughters Raine and Jorja and their mother, the long suffering on-again-off-again-get-your-shit-together-and-marry-this-chick Christy.

The pilot was filmed before the health scare so the season's first episode is actually the second (if you can follow that) .. and guess what? It's not bad. I'd definitely give it an almost 4 out of 5 stars although I think the story should focus on Christy getting Bret to marry her.

Can't help it.. I just dig that girl!

Anyway.. give it some of your time. I think you'll be surprised.

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