"Reality TV is so bad. It is a tool by the media to not make people think..."(Caroline)

I loathe (yet still cannot stop watching) reality television. Case-in-point, the train-wreck of human drama that is the show Rock of Love with Bret Michaels. I am firmly convinced that this show represents the largest gathering of trashy, herpes-infested, swooning over a middle-aged, has-been rockstar women this side of New Jersey. Honestly, there are enough strippers in the house to qualify for a permit for "adult-oriented" entertainment. Strangely, I find myself wondering what these women see in Bret Michaels. Stranger still, I don't stop to consider what Bret Michaels could possibly see in these women. Do people actually go on reality television hoping to fall in love? No, that cannot be it. I think Bret was looking for a nice piece of stripper tail.

While I find this show repellent in all possible ways, to get at the real crux of the issue, you must examine the programming decisions made on a regular basis by VH1. In all honestly, Rock of Love is low on the list of problems. All conversations on this topic must begin and end with Flavor of Love and its deformed, bastard-child of a spin off, I Love New York. What crazy person thinks that Flavor Flav is attractive? Have you seen the clock? That is to make no mention of his tiny, anemic body, big head, and jacked-up face... And then there is New York, the woman he rejected (twice) but VH1 still felt the need to punish the rest of us with for 2 seasons. Wow, that is one classy lady. She is all charm, if by charm you mean silicone, profanity, bad grammar, and horrible clothes. Her continued existence both on this planet and on the television makes me question the very existence of a supreme being.

So, having reviewed the programming available on VH1, I propose a total boycott of these shows until VH1 cleans up its act. How about more shows with witty commentary like Best Week Ever or I love the 70s,80s,90s. And where did Behind the Music go? I need a consistent source of obscure information about today's music giants. For instance, how will I ever truly understand the societal ramifications of the Milli Vanilli scandal or uncover the truth behind the affair between Alanis Morrisette and Dave Coulier (Uncle Joey on Full House) that led to the song "You Oughta Know"? Seriously, VH1's recent decision-making has left me seriously handicapped for my next game of Trivial Pursuit. Self-serving bastards.