We’ll cop to being grossly immature, which is probably why we don’t usually get the subtle wit and thoughtful social commentary that permeate most of VH1’s programming.

We thought “Rock of Love” was just about Miller High Life-soaked ladies and wondering whether Bret Michael’s wig is, in fact, connected to his bandana. But, dear readers, that’s just because, as this ad suggests, we’ve yet to grow up from drinking until you look good and wearing black stocking with red shoes. We’re the kind of boozey whore who’ll just never get VH1 until we find ourselves dancing around a pole to win Flavor Flav’s undying affection.

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