We feel kinda bad for Heather. Well, as bad as we can feel for anyone who signs up to be on a reality dating show, falls in love with a man who ties his wig on with a bandanna, and then tattoos his name on the back of her neck after only knowing him for a few weeks. But really, it sucks enough to get dumped, so imagine how much it sucks to be dumped by said baldie on national television. And on top of all of that, Heather was made to look even more foolish and pathetic via false editing. Well, the good news is at least now she doesn't have to date Bret Michaels.
Anyone who makes me feel less alcoholic (see: Paula Abdul) is my new best friend. We could slam vodka and head to the tattoo parlor to Johnny Depp that wishful tattoo. "Heatherrrr, you gotta make it BRETHREN..."
I think the hair was her homage to Bret when he had regular work. Like, 1987.