I was reminded today why I renewed my Netflix instead of getting expanded cable. While at the gym today, I was watching the various shows that were on the TVs above me. I frequently hear about certain TV series from other people who have cable, and when I finally get a chance to flip though channels myself, I am always shocked. The featured show at the gym today? Flavor of Love. If your not familiar with this painfully asinine show, let me bring you up to speed. Flavor of Love features Flavor Flav of Public Enemy fame. The guy is about 48 now, gold toothed, and still wears those ridiculous clocks around his neck. The show is basically the same premise as The Bachelor. Twenty chicks fight to win the affection of Flavor.....excuse me...."flava", by trying to out-wit, out-catfight, and out-hootchie each other. Not much wit here, but lots of hootchiness and catfighting. Its sad that these ladies feel so driven to degrade themselves on camera for some scrawny has-been rap star. This show is just SAD. I am going to go read a book now. Here's an sample of the carnage.
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