So Gross
Sometimes I watch Bret Michaels: Rock of Love. I am not proud of it. Inevitably, I need to shower afterwards. What I really don’t get is why women find him attractive. Dude is busted.
He wasn’t always so cracked. In his Poison days, he had a dirty, rocker appeal.

Not really my type, but I get it. The muscles and the the insouciant smile. (Yes, I used the word insouciant to describe Bret Michaels. No, I am not on drugs.)
But in the past few years, he has started to…lose his appeal. To put it nicely.

The perma-tan. The ratty extensions. The Botox. The stench of desperation and Penicillin. Yeah, I just don’t get it.
