Rock of Lust 2

I love the entertaining craziness displayed on VH1's Rock of Love 2. Of course, it gives me lots of fodder for discussing what is twisted with the way our culture fantasizes about finding "true love."

The goal of developing mature, deep devotion on a "reality show" is as unreal as the bolted-on, half-cantaloupe fun-bags sported by most of the participants. Bret Michaels, the recipient of all the adulation and attention, is unreal too, with his heavily applied eyeliner and bandana'ed wig.

Here is the formula: Put 15 publicity obsessed media-hoes together and see if one can be the most self-debasing Barbie in the group. Strip, wash Bret's motorcycle with toothbrushes, strip some more, go on theme-dates such as rodeos and paint-ball battles, strip some more, vie with each other to make the least intelligent pronouncements, and strip some more.

At the end of the parade of open-mouth kissing and more exposed udders than a barnyard of milk-cows, Bret will find his life's mate! I love it because it demonstrates what I propose: How pathetically shallow and inept "dating" is as a means for making the deep connection that we know as true love.

On dates, even off TV, people are on their best behavior. Love is not about how people behave on dates. It's about how people behave when they have taken off their party hats and masks. It is about being able to live with a person on a daily basis, not just riding a Mazerati on a racetrack or jumping out of an airplane. (Sorry, that was Flavor of Love 3, which I will cover in another discussion.)

Of course dating is fun. But let's not confuse it with the complex give and take of a solid love relationship. Nevertheless, Rock of Love 2 is as hilarious as comedy can get.