I'm guilty. I've been working all day, but I just tuned in to a Rock of Love marathon. While I'm not a huge fan of reality TV besides Worst Cooks in America, which is borderline reality TV/schadenfreude that makes me feel like a relatively decent cook compared to true disasters, ever since I started reading RoL recaps on Television Without Pity, that show sounded like such a trainwreck that I had to see it in all it's glory. I actually Netflixed the DVDs back in 2010 (before streaming was invented) and still lament the fact that seasons 2 and 3 were never available.

However, just judging the first season is enough to declare it a full-on guilty pleasure. Basically take one aging rock star, dial up 25 skanky strippers with balloon-sized breasts, turn on the cameras and voila, you have arguably the most unrepentant trashy and unnecessary drama ever filmed. The threesome night! The Vegas trip! The fight in front of their parents about how many times Lacey has sucked Bret's cock! Reality TV at it's finest, ladies and gentlemen.

Time to sit back and enjoy.