It's been a long and hard road for the Rock of Love fans, but we are near the end. In fact, there's only 3 girls left. Although, I think perhaps two of them should have been hospitalized for blood alcohol poisoning after the Vegas trip we witnessed last week.

Oh, Rock of Love fans ... it feels like such a farce to go through the previouslys each week, as if something unexpected occurred. As if perhaps the girls put away the cans of Coors and opted instead for nice orange pekoe with a splash of milk. Instead of dry humping the stripper pole in the main room, they decided to change it up and discuss Sartre's defense of Existentialism. Alas, constant readers, no.

Welcome to the Church of Class! Oh wait, this is Rock of Love. Welcome to the Church of Trash!

I cannot believe it's already Sunday, and time to take out the trash. That's right, it's Rock of Love night! We start the show with the same previouslys we see every week. The girls dumpster dive, pole dance, drink and finally agreed on one thing - they all hate Lacey. Lacey worked on getting Sam tossed out  but failed and Magdalena left, taking her man voice with her. Who will go this week?

It's been a long and trash-less week for me, so I am feeling ready for some Rock of Love! We start with the previouslys, which is a lot like "second verse, same as the first" in this show. We see girls drinking, gyrating, playing mud football and Lacey and Heather successfully set up Erin for eviction. With that out of the way, lets get into the new drunken debauchery.

Welcome, lovelies, to the Church of Latter Day Trash, also known as Rock of Love (latter days being early 1990s). I am starting to feel like the previouslys on this show are totally unnecessary because they are the same every week: the girls get drunk, dance topless, make bitchy comments, fight, cry, and get eliminated. It's as predictable as morning mass!

It's Sunday night, and hopefully you went to church this morning. You need some really amazing karma points to counteract the trashiness that is Rock of Love each week, people. I cannot be held responsible for any drunken pole dancing, skinny dipping, vomiting, or fighting that occurs if you do not take the proper precautions before watching. Oh, and that list you just read? That's the previouslys. Plus Kristia and Dallas were evicted.

I awoke this fine Sunday morning with a feeling of unease. I quickly realized that my life had been devoid of trashy moments. This brought me great sadness until I realized that Sundays are now the trashiest day of the week, thanks to Rock of Love! Sorry Jesus!

It's time for week two of the biggest train wreck on television, Rock of Love! As we go through the shows opener, I note that the women on the show are described as some of hottest women in the world. VH1, is it really wise to insult half your audience in the first 30 seconds?

Remember Flavor of Love? Well, Rock of Love is the same thing, only replace Flava Flav with Bret Michaels, lead singer of heavy metal(ish) glam band, Poison. Lookie there, I just did away with all the exposition in the opener! Continue reading »