If I had to guess the hottest man on Earth based on the reaction of women it would be Bret Michaels, actor, director, screenwriter, producer, reality television personality and frontman for Poison. I don’t see it, but it’s not my impression I’m talking about.
I was watching the pilot for a series tonight (5 people 20 questions with Tommy Edison) when one of the participants blurted out how Bret Michaels would be her wish if she heard she only had a few months to live.
This follows stalking the photos of a Facebook friend. I saw stills of her at a Bret Michaels show. It looked like sound check or some other ‘enhanced access’ setting. The photo album is titled, “Bret Michaels….OMG.”
The clincher was when Helaine and I stayed at a Los Angeles hotel and the valet attendant a middle age black man who could have easily dropped a thousand Los Angeles glitteratti names instead dropped Bret Michaels!
I’ve known about Poison a long time. I fired high powered rockets at the Lucerne Dry Lake Bed with Poison’s Rikki Rockett back when I was hosting Inside Space on SciFi. They were one of many reasonably successful glam metal bands. They weren’t the biggest. Their success was respectable–a word seldom attached to metal. In his genre of rock Bret Michaels was one of many.
Michaels became a true sex object when he was cast in VH1’s “Rock of Love” where twenty five women tried to be the one with the by then slightly soiled and used Bret. It was so much fun Bret and some other girls did it again. Then with a new set of women he did it again again!
I’m throwing this up here with the hope more than one of you will explain him to me. Right now I’m puzzled.