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For the past few years hard-rock radio has been an endless parade of interchangeable postgrunge bands that either churn out party-time anthems filled to the brim with intensely concentrated misogyny or wallow in power ballads about chicks who’ve done them wrong. But until now the only ways for fans to really get in on all that free-floating woman hating have been to (a) become a groupie, so the band can casually exploit and dispose of you, or (b) have a girlfriend you don’t mind being a groupie for the band. That’s obviously not enough options.
Men, who are presumably not considered fuckable by the judges, are encouraged to submit pics and profiles of their girlfriends. I imagine the prize–a free trip for two to Vegas–would pale in comparison to being able to brag to your buddies that some dude in a band that’s riding the fumes of a novelty hard-rock cover of a rap song thinks your girlfriend is the dirtiest slut in the country. It’s a pride thing.
