The last season of Rock of Love set the bar so high for sleaze that the second season was bound to be a disappointment. But oh hells no! They came out of the box fierce! A bigger house! Bigger head scarves! Bigger implants! This show was so great. After blowing off last year's "winner" with a brief "it didn't work out" speech from Bret Michaels, it was on to twenty new skan... uh stripp... um, ladies. The casting department has come through again. Of the 20 women, I would guess that about 18 of them make their living in clear high heels. Two of them have fake European accents, a couple of them are "older" (meaning Bret's age) and a couple appear to be drag queens. Also, this season Bret seems to be morphing into Vince Neil from Motley Crue. Anyway, four of the girls got cut this week (including the token drunk and a girl who is learning the world through My Space- above). I was just happy that the two women in their forties made it, because they will make this show. It is going to be quite a season.
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