Daisy of Awesome

Recently I've been lured into the summer trap of reality TV. I'm actually tivoing The Bachelorette (Yay - drunk crazy-eyed Dave is finally gone!) and I'm addicted to its superfun white trash cousin Daisy of Love. Daisy was on the one season of Rock of Love that I watched so I'm more familiar with her than Bachelorette Jillian, who is apparently famous for judging men based on their hotdog toppings. And being Canadian. Daisy wasn't my favorite of Brett Michaels' ladies, but she's actually quite charming on her own show.

Her soundbites are a little canned, but she's funnier and more savvy that you'd expect. It's easy to take the bleached hair and the big boobs at face value, but she’s not dumb. She immediately booted the three ridiculous Swedish triplets for being inscrutable fame whores. And while she kept douchey Fox around far too long, she fully admitted that while he made no damn sense when he opened his mouth, he was fun to make out with.

No dating show would be complete without a man to guide our unlucky-in-love ladies through the process. Chris Harrison is there to prompt Jillian with such banalities as "You thought you could be falling in love with him." Riki is way more to the point. He mocks the guys and is vocal about his disapproval. Frankly part of me hopes for some last episode surprise with Daisy turning to him and saying "Riki, will you accept this chain and be my rockstar?" But she'll probably end up with 12 Pack. I mean "Dave."