I'm watching Rock of Love II right now--the show where one aging rockstar chooses his girlfriend from a house full of strippers and former strippers. Unsurprisingly, it didn't work out the first time, so the show's on again for a second season.
This show is everything that's right with white trash America. It's amazing. Bret Michaels, formerly of Poison, is stupid and hilarious and led almost entirely by his penis. The girls are trashy, fake-tanned and bleached blonde almost to oblivion. The clothing is terrible. One girl this season may have once been (or still be) a man.
I swear I had more important thoughts in my head--thoughts about Sweeney Todd, thoughts about something, maybe, more profound than VH1 "reality" shows, but all I want to do right now is be superficial and shallow and stupid.
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