VH1's Celebreality line of programming usually makes grown men weep and religious figures renounce their god. At the forefront of giving non-celebrities celebrity status, such as the has-to-be-filled-with-VDs star of "I Love New York" or the model chick who porks Peter Brady in "My Fair Brady," the channel morphed from pop culture-skewing station to promoter of some of the most abominable television this side of "Cheaters." Yet from the ashes of the "I Love the (insert decade)" home comes an endearing anti-hero to both root for and loathe. That man is Poison frontman Bret Michaels.

The first season of "Rock of Love" was filled with plenty of booze, nudity and white trash guffaws to enthrall any viewer. Michaels also seemed to sincerely want to find someone to love, someone to serenade, someone to be his "rock." The girls were funny, somewhat attractive, actual human beings. Bret decided upon Jess, the most attractive and fun of the bunch, only to have her publicly break things off on the

reunion special.

This season Bret is back with a vengeance. As if helmed by Larry Flint, this new season is sleazier, greasier and ultimately heartless. Bret has morphed into a man whose only task is to sow his royal rock oats. In the first episode alone, the man makes out with all of the women, actually utilizing the phrase "suck face" at one point. The women also seem to have come out of a "Flavor of Love" casting call, merely there as slutty window dressing to Michaels' glorious "is-it-or-isn't-it-a-wig" head

of hair.

With last week's episode including a peep show, some ATV offroad action and a dance competition, there's really no telling where this season is going. The only thing for sure is that Bret Michaels is not going to bed alone any time soon.

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