The Viper Room and Bad Girls – A Reflection on Lessons Learned

I consider myself to be quite possibly the most laid-back, not jealous girlfriend on the face of this planet.  As a secure woman of thirty, my days of being jealous over a look in a beautiful woman’s direction or even a gawk at breasts are over. I hardly notice such things these days, and I know part of that comes with age and experience.

But put me at The Viper Room in ever-so-trendy Hollywood, being the supportive girlfriend to my boyfriend’s band, Thunderdikk (yes, I wrote it, I said it, it’s true – the man of my dreams is in a band where he proudly calls himself Dikk Thunder), while they are filming an episode of Oxygen Network’s  The Bad Girls Club, and bits of my seventeen-year-old, jealous psyche begin to emerge.

When my boyfriend told me they would be filming at his show, I knew he would have to interact and flirt with the fit-to-be porn stars on the reality tv show.  And I started to ponder whether accepting this fact was demeaning or meant I was an enlightened woman of the 21st century.

Building up to the show, I started to imagine scenarios that were going to unfold at the Viper Room. Each scenario ranges from one to five Bad Girls living up to their name by showing my boyfriend the real meaning of his own song “Bra Off, Party On” while I watch in horror or attempt to get in a cat fight with one or all of them. Real classy.

Well, the night of the show, I prepared myself as best I could for said scenario and found myself pleasantly secure and surprised.

As Thunderdikk took the stage, and the Bad Girls and their film crew were in full effect, all I could focus on was the amazing talent of my boyfriend.  Although the music can borderline being cheesy, the man can rock and the band is talented, and more importantly, fun.  The girls did get up on stage and dance, and if you were given the appropriate mix of peach schnapps and whiskey, you would too.  But that evening I learned a valuable lesson about being in a relationship with a performer.

As much as I needed to be calm, cool, and collected and prepared for anything, he had to give me something too.  It was a perfect balance of me being trusting and him being respectful.  Prior to the Bad Girls entering our lives for an evening, we have taken time to build a relationship void of jealousy, interrogation, and disrespect.

Now, that doesn’t mean I didn’t want to be re-assured on an evening such as the one at The Viper Room.  He found ways through simple texts, glances, or a stolen kiss to let me know he was happy I was there while I felt completely secure in our relationship.

The Bad Girls and the Viper Room taught me a valuable lesson that night. The question was not whether I was open-minded enough or whether I was cool enough to handle the night.  It was whether our relationship had the right makeup for the show. The trust, love, lust, and respect we have for each other proved to be enough to handle Hollywood lights and nights long past the appearance of The Bad Girls.