The trouble with the Rock of Love girls, however, and the reason I can’t quite click with them is that they seem to be attracted more to the excitement of a partying lifestyle and to fame than they are to money.
Call me cynical, but love, with the rare exception of Rob and Amber and the cowboy in the second offering of Joe Millionaire, is rarely part of the package. Many of the women who go compete in these shows compete because they want fame, excitement or money.
Now, why should money matter to me in this particular case? After all, I watch other reality shows where competitors cook, argue, scheme, and live with each other ... all for one goal: money.
I got an insight on this suddenly when I heard Nickleback’s latest hit, “Rockstar.” For those who haven’t heard this country-styled rocking song, I’ll just say that the song pretty much cynically defines rock star fame by its monetary and sexual benefits. It’s an honest song. There is none of the cliched “rock is about freeing the soul and pushing societal and emotional boundaries” stuff one hears when rock stars tout their craft. We get the basics: it’s about sex, power, money, and being away from regular life.
Do you see where I’m heading?
The Flavor of Love girls were more “rock” chicks than the stripper blondes on Rock of Love. The Rock of Love girls take themselves seriously, but their lives don’t have that edge of desperation that makes a good rock and roll life or even a good rock song. And money aside – because although I have talked a lot about the desperate need for money, it’s not money alone that makes a good rock star girlfriend - a good rock star girlfriend is desperate for something, whether it's world peace (Yoko Ono and Bianca Jagger) or heroin. A true rock and roll girlfriend smashes her boyfriend’s guitar of burns his house down in a fit of uncontrollable rage. They, in short, have personalities — and if they want to party it’s because there’s some desperate urge within them calling them to drinking and wild sex.
The Rock of Love chicks love partying. They drink a lot. A whole lot. They are wondrous pole acrobats. But the remaining ones seem like posers. And they all have such a sense of entitlement that I find myself wondering if all beautiful white women in America think the world is owed them. I’m waiting to see if I’m proven wrong, but so far no one but Rodeo really touched me. None of the strippers here have the humanity of Flavor of Love’s Leilene, a stripper with two kids and a heart of gold. And none of them have the inner pain of, say, Flavor’s Saaphyri or the complexity of Flavor’s blonde spitter, Pumkin. Rock of Love’s Brandi C — who was in the running to vie with Flavor of Love’s Schatar as deluded flake of the year– is so overwhelmed with her sense of blonde entitlement that one simply cannot like her. And even Lacey, whose mean-spiritedness vies with Flavor’s Larissa, is questionable because her spitefulness seems to come more from a sense of entitlement than from a hard-earned scrappiness.
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1 - Josh Lasser
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2 - Tanya
i absolutely love flavor of love, flavor of love girls, and rock of love, i mean how couldnt i, after i watched flavor of love i must admit that i do love vh1, we should all give them props, i even love i love new york, poor girl we all know what its like to get our heart broke, imagine that twice on national television, how would you feel? i think flavor flav, bret micheals, and new york all deserve to find love, i also would like to see more of the flavor of love girls on tv, especially becky and saaphyri and bootz, they are awesome!!!