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My fears of a less-than-festive season of "Daisy of Love" are coming all too true! It begins well, with a "rock band" challenge that is sure to result in public humiliation and horror, and boy does it ever.In fact, this show may just be even more down in the dumps than "Rock of Love Bus." And it started off so promisingly inane and retarded! Three teams are created, and right off the bat, , doesn't pick him for his fake band on this fake show.
“We can see where it goes from here.” Through all the forced drama, we couldn’t take our eyes off of De La Hoya, who, in a sea of wannabe groupies and ex-Playboy models, stood out as someone who could genuinely love Michaels. Yes, she’s clearly spent some time under the knife. After this season's lackluster "Rock of Love Bus" was finally put out of its misery, those geniuses at VH1 have come bounding back in a big way with "Daisy of Love," which may restore my faith--if not in humanity, at least in reality tv programming, and I'm still reeling! Just what each and every one of them has been looking for their whole lives!There are too many douchey douchebags with terrible hair and worse tattoos to even mention. A limo pulls into the driveway and out pouts odd mug, but then they are herded into the house, where a stage has been set up in the foyer (complete with barricades to keep the guys from rioting when they first see Daisy) and a bunch of brunette dancers prance around Daisy while she lip-syncs to some terrible, terrible song and flounces with every ounce (both of them) of her talent. The old sadsack informs us that he "pitched a tent" while watching Daisy's gyrations. The guys are told to find their rooms, so they all wander off. I swear they are exactly like the female contestants--a couple of them were all, "He's not here for DAISY! Clearly, the guy was not the brightest bulb, for he seemed to miss the point of the show.I am taking this time and space to say something that I never thought I would say, or really, thought that anyone with some sort of intellect, social functionality and/or brain cells that are not permanently addled by deep-seated effects of after-party drugs and alcohol would say. As a brunette with B-cup breasts, relatively thin lips, and a penchant for cowboy boots instead of bikinis, I have to admit that as much as I may be infatuated with watching Miss De la Hoya’s antics (whether on ‘Rock of Love 2’ or on her present series), I never wanted to see any part of me echoed by her slurred and stumbling antics (although, I must reveal here that a certain friend-turned-1528-neighbor has texted me the following during the season premiere, ‘Your voice is like Daisy’s! girl: (Good; now those folks who stumble across our blog looking for ‘drunk girls; will be satisfied! Her clothing choices may be questionable, her lips may be on the verge of completely taking over her face, but Daisy is actually a lot more relatable than most of us college-enrolled, career-oriented, Honors-Program-scholarship recipients would like to admit.In fact, Daisy has only had three episodes of telling her boys to leave and that their time to stay in her house and “be her rockstar” is officially over.
Every other time, the boys have decided to leave of their own desires.
There's a wee dude who gets the unfortunate moniker . Daisy tries to interact with all of the guys; the guys try to interact with the free booze.
She walks around sipping champagne from a crazy straw, which I find kind of awesome. Daisy confronts Tool Box about his breach of reality dating show etiquette.
The winning band gets three brand-new get lines fed to him, as I used to suspect; now it seems that he was actually pretty clever/funny on his own.
The show begins with some loving shots of from "I Love New York" and "I Love Money." There is an old sadsack rocker with long hair and a rumpled face. "She's got it all--hot bod, blonde hair, big fake boobs, and covered in tattoos," one guy drools (I may be paraphrasing).
Daisy also heads straight for Fox and makes out with him. He says that is just the way he talks, and I, for one, believe him.