Full disclosure - I love reality television. I do, I just can’t help myself. Perhaps it’s the voyeur in me; perhaps it’s just that I love seeing the absolutely absurb way people will humiliate themselves on camera. Which leads me to Rock of Love II. Did you catch it? (And no, I don’t mean an STD, though if it were possible to contract one through the television,we would all need some serious pharmaceuticals.) But that being said, it makes for a delightful cultural commentary. I loved Bret Michaels in Poison. I saw them live in the seventh grade. I wanted him - though it did lose its allure as my parents were in the stadium seats right next to me. So now, having grown up (a little), I can’t believe that grown women would forgo every ounce of integrity they have to screw a star. That and the fact that they seem to have no fear of germs. Nonetheless, what really bothers me about dating shows in general (and yes, I know that I watch them so I am guilty too),is that they perpetuate the idea that a woman is only as good as her partner (or her relationship status). And you know what? I don’t play that game!