
Yes, I know I watch too much TV, and I don't even watch decent TV (although, once in a while, I do get a kick out of The British House of Commons on C-SPAN).
Last night and the night before, I joined the rest of the lowest common denominator in tuning in to two pathetic programs, NBC's
Age of Love, and VH1's R
ock of Love. Both shows feature a parade of surgically-enhanced females who compete for the affection of a substandard male. In the case of
Age of Love, it's a slutty and confused 30-year-old named Mark.
Rock of Love stars Bret Michaels, the slutty and no-longer-relevant frontman of a 1980s hair band.
I'm not sure which show is more revolting. On
Rock of Love Sunday night, women lined up for their turn to engage in phone *** with Bret, who'd been hooked up to a device which measured his arousal level (yes, it
is what you're thinking).
Last night on
Age, Mark enjoyed a little tongue action (filmed way too close for comfort; thank God I don't have HDTV) with a person named Amanda, directly after a snuggle with a person named Jayanna (I don't know what kind of a name that is).
It's downright gross watching this guy move from woman to woman like some kind of farm animal. I know it's "reality TV" and, therefore, mostly fake, but check the
show recap. Plenty of viewers are buying it, not to mention the sorry stereotypes the show reinforces.
