After a particularly cathartic therapy session last night, I had the pleasure of hanging out with my old friend, the sweet, gorgeous, lamentably heterosexual royko . A couple of cocktails later, we settled onto my couch and watched the parade of misogynist inanity that is VH1's nighttime programming. Sometime around midnight we became fascinated by The Rock of Love Charm School, a show in which a kennel of raucous, debauched skanks battle and backstab one another for the honor of being... read more
