Rock of Love is VH1’s latest attempt at mixing the insanity of Flavor of Love with rock n’ roll (and some trashy strippers). It’s honestly pure genius. Before I started working VH1 I felt a deep admiration for their obvious understanding of what makes a reality TV show awesome. Now that I work within the walls of the great Viacom, I am proud to be somewhat tied to this tiny slice of genius. If you aren’t up to date on Bret Michael’s dating bonanza, you should check out my co-worker Rich’s recap of the first episode. Though I first thought it to be impossible, the re-cap is BETTER than the episode. Both are made of heaven cooked in an oven of all things good. With a dash of ho mixed in.
I’m slowly trying to get back to the blogosphere here on KateLikesYou. I’ve been spending a lot of time working through the stuff that comes with the loss of my mother by doing a shit-ton of yoga and a fair share of the talking cure. I don’t know if it’s working, but I have learned that it is a fucking slow ass process that will probably take a lifetime to work through. I am a functioning adult most of the time, unless booze or therapy is involved. Then my eyes run and my nose cries and all that good stuff.
But that brings me to my latest cure-all: WEDDING MAGS. Holy yes. Perhaps this blog might head toward the wedding world a bit as I am properly engaged to wed Boyfriend, and the world of weddings is fucking insane. But there’s nothing like advice on teeth-whitening and invitation etiquette to make my head calm. I’m just glad I read this book before my Bridezilla shit hit the fan.
Oh fuck it, the shit is coming regardless.