despite a hair metal-solid foundation based on reality show competitions, binge drinking, gossip, and groupiedom, the fairy tale romance between brett “whassa goin on?” michaels, late of poison, and jes “not the stripper or the batshit crazy one, but the gwen stefani-ish one” rickleff lasted about the length of a nonstop southwest flight from LAX to midway.
page six reports on the vague, presumably grizzly details:
REALITY TV-show relationships don’t last long, especially at VH1. In fact, “Rock of Love” star Brett Michaels never even got started with the “girlfriend” he selected last season, Jes Rickleff. Sources tell The Post’s Melissa Jane Kronfeld that Michaels was informed by the pink-haired punk rocker over the phone that she had taken up with a Chicago clothing designer upon returning home to the windy city. VH1 has renewed “Rock of Love” for a second season, but has not announced if Michaels will be its heartthrob.
how could this be? why could this be? the questions are too intense to consider, too hurtful. let us instead remember the good times.
(also, let me implore vh1: please give “rodeo” her own show. please.)