TV Watcher: Flavor Of Love 3

Sue me…I am caught up. After swearing off this show because I couldn’t bear to watch these women acting like they were fawning over Flavor Flav (?), I slipped up and one Sunday afternoon, I’m flipping through the channels and I land on VH1…and I’m instantly hooked. I think the draw of this show is the unbelievability; the thought of these beautiful girls throwing themselves at this man is mind-blowing…but then again, even I must admit that Flav is charming, and he does seem to have a heart of gold. He may be coonish, and play right into the stereotype of everything that Black folks are trying to get rid of, but he seems like a cool dude. I guess that is his appeal. But kissing him? Miss me with this one…

This show literally requires no thinking, no mind use at all…and I think that’s alright. Of course, it’s easy for me to say now that I’ve been sucked back into the mindless vortex that is “Flavor of Love,” but seriously, these reality shows are entertainment. Flavor Flav is an entertainer. He’s getting paid. These girls are on TV for exposure, and after this, will move on to bigger and better things. That doesn’t condone some of the outright foolishness and downright ghetto ass behavior that presents itself on the show; it simply asks that you look at the bigger picture before putting them down or crossing them off the list. If you don’t agree don’t watch; I, on the other hand, have been drawn in…but that sitcom that he’s going to be on? No…well, maybe no…

It’s all love…