Welcome the first of many recap parties for VH1’s Rock of Love 2. I’d like to thank you for reading this because it means that on some level, you share a love (whether open or closeted) for craptacular television.
But let’s get started, shall we?
Episode one is almost aptly named ‘Back on the Horse.’ Certain gossip blogs were kind of enough to post pictures of the contestants before the show’s premiere. Neigh. Is that the sound that horses make? It’s been a long time since pre-school.
I must admit that I was pulling for Brett in the first season. Despite the fact that Poison sucked and that he at times looks like a transvestite when he removes the bandana, I thought among the strippers in the house he’d find one with a heart of gold. Well, he did, but I digress…
In the beginning of the episode, Brett pulls up to the mansion and his hair looks like it was made in the Mattel factory. The girls don’t notice how unnaturally long or synthetic it is and cheer upon his arrival. Read More »




I spend a lot of time looking for new music. I’m one of those people that gets gratification in having music that no one else does. I don’t know why, and I know its stupid, but… it’s just the way I am. I take pride when my unknowns turn into knowns, and get agitated when the 

I’ll admit it—I’m a voyeur. Not the stand in your bushes, peer in your window type, but the naturally curious type. I position myself awkwardly in coffee-shop couches to “overhear” and interesting conversation. I read Oprah’s Book Club books over strangers’ shoulders on the subway. I even look in shopper’s carts at the supermarket and evaluate them based on their picks (my cart usually says “I will not apologize for my chocolate addiction and my consuming preoccupation with my cats.”)
I’m not really one to enter contests. I’ve never won anything in my life—even at my senior high school post prom party where everyone wins something, I only got a small fan. Everyone else had TVs, and stereos. I won a fan that broke three weeks later. Didn’t really convince me that I should enter things in the future.