Filling the Rockstar void

I don’t really watch very much TV (unless you count Spongebob because I watch a shitload of Spongebob) probably because I don’t really have the time or the brain cells to waste on a lot of insipid crime and medical dramas not to mention what passes for comedy these days. However, while I am by no means a reality TV junkie (not that there is ANYTHING wrong with you if you are) I do enjoy the occasional reality TV show.

For example: I was sick, and I mean sick!, for the first two seasons of American Idol, but somewhere in the middle of Fantasia’s rise to the top I lost interest and have never looked back. I really enjoyed both seasons of The Biggest Loser. And I am now currently in love with the E! Network’s inside look at the lives of Hugh Hefner’s three girlfriends called The Girls Next Door. Why I love this show so much is a little hard for me to explain. While it is true that these girls are not among the most intelligent or even interesting people I have ever watched on TV, I love that they are out there somewhere living their life in the way they want with no apologies, perhaps the way you can only if you live in southern California. I also love the fact that Hef is openly engaging in a widely accepted polyamorous relationship. It gives me hope that some day all relationship models, straight, gay, or multiple people, can be recognized and accepted in this country. Plus the girls are pretty hot.

And for the last three months, like so many teenyboppers the world over, I have been addicted to a little show called Rockstar: Supernova. It’s easy to see why I would love this show so much. It’s rock and roll people! And Dave Navarro. What’s not to love? So for a whole HOUR every Tuesday and Wednesday for these last few months I watched and fell in love with Lukas, Dilana, and Toby (oh, Toby!) and I equally hated Storm and Jill. And don’t even get me started on the human car crash that was Zayra! I was rooting for Toby to win, but when they chose Lukas instead I was happy. But now it’s over. And this is the problem with reality TV everybody, when it’s over it’s really over. Sure next summer there will be another incarnation of Rockstar, but there will be a new band and new contestants and will I like them as much? Can I even hope to? Naturally I’m skeptical.

Today is Tuesday. The first Tuesday with out my Rockstar and I’m trying to face the reality that I have to do something instead of watching Jason Newstead be really cute and dorky. I’m going to be forced to clean my house, help my kids do homework, or do the fucking dishes.