Yeeeeeeeaaahh Boooooyyyeeeeeeeee!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Witzens:
It is time! Flavor "Fufi" Flav is back with his smash reality show, "Flavor of Love"; and OHH is it tasty. I'm usually the most anti-reality T.V. person that I know, but Will Work For Shoes changed my life when she asked, "Do you watch the 'Flavor of Love'? Oh MY GOD!! You have to! It's so bad that it's great!!!" Somehow, I couldn't argue with this logic (WWFS has the best taste for guilty pleasures), and I tuned in faithfully every week. It turned out to be the best show ever; an instant "water cooler" topic, and it was a spectacular convo piece at family gatherings. If you've never seen the show, I'll give you a quick synopsis: 20 women are living with Flavor Flav to compete for his love/get on television. The lengths these women were willing to go to be with FLAAAVOOR FLAAAAAAAAAAV was sofa king disgusting! Kissing, canoodling, and worse...sex with Flavor Flav is sick! Ewww! He looks like a burnt chicken wing, and they kiss him. That's just wrong. And before I get slammed by any critics for being a shallow bitch, I would like to say that looks aren't the only thing that matter (keyword: ONLY), but it's not like Flav exudes any other characteristics that would make up for his appearance. Just tune in to "Flavor of Love", watch him eating a meal, and you'll understand my distaste. I couldn't get paid to kiss him, let alone doing God-knows-what just to stay in competition for him. Hell no! Ugh!! Anyhow, a new season has just begun, and I'm sooooo flippin' excited and curious to see the hijinks of this season, as well as how these women can possibly outdo the girls of season 1; it should be deliciously scandalous. I'm so excited!
As for the new season that just kicked off last night, it has the promise to be more outrageous and OTT than the last season in just the first episode. The selection of girls this time around offered a bunch of video hoes/strippers (or ex-strippers), substance abusers (at least they seem strung out), "eccentric" television personalities, fat chicks, and ghetto ass chicks. There was already a fight in the house within the first 15 minutes of the show; one girl "Toastee" got just that, fucking toasted after an hour in the house; girl-on-girl fun was set in motion; tramps are already making out with Flav and professing love; verbal assaults between these bitches are non-stop; ah, yes, and someone took a shit on themself and the floor. That's right, I said it, the shit has officially hit the fan... or floor. And here I thought the show couldn't sink any lower... Ahhh, behold the power of cheesey T.V.
I know it doesn't make much sense for a person who believes there is only shit on the tele these days to purposefully watch the crappiest show in the last few decades, but that is precisely WHY I watch it. IF it's all crap anyway, I want to watch the one series that embraces what a piece of garbage it is. Unlike "The Bachelor" and "the Bachelorette", the "Flavor of Love" isn't trying to convince the audience that true love can be found in front of a rolling camera; rather it's a mockery of these shows. I'm a fan of sarcasm and satire, and Flavor Flav is giving his critique on the institutions of love, marriage, and the greed of humanity through his show, or at least, that's what I watch it for. In a country where homosexual love and marriage is frowned upon and illegal because it tarnishes the great institution of love/marriage, the how is it that reality T.V. is allowed to tarnish, trample, and trounce these institutions? Ohhh, right! Ratings = Money, and Money = Love, thus Ratings = Love!!! Now I get it (thank God I took geometry). Well, now that's cleared up, I urge everyone to check out "Flavor of Love"; you'll money this series just as much as I ratings it too.
Truly,
Not~So~Cosmo
It is time! Flavor "Fufi" Flav is back with his smash reality show, "Flavor of Love"; and OHH is it tasty. I'm usually the most anti-reality T.V. person that I know, but Will Work For Shoes changed my life when she asked, "Do you watch the 'Flavor of Love'? Oh MY GOD!! You have to! It's so bad that it's great!!!" Somehow, I couldn't argue with this logic (WWFS has the best taste for guilty pleasures), and I tuned in faithfully every week. It turned out to be the best show ever; an instant "water cooler" topic, and it was a spectacular convo piece at family gatherings. If you've never seen the show, I'll give you a quick synopsis: 20 women are living with Flavor Flav to compete for his love/get on television. The lengths these women were willing to go to be with FLAAAVOOR FLAAAAAAAAAAV was sofa king disgusting! Kissing, canoodling, and worse...sex with Flavor Flav is sick! Ewww! He looks like a burnt chicken wing, and they kiss him. That's just wrong. And before I get slammed by any critics for being a shallow bitch, I would like to say that looks aren't the only thing that matter (keyword: ONLY), but it's not like Flav exudes any other characteristics that would make up for his appearance. Just tune in to "Flavor of Love", watch him eating a meal, and you'll understand my distaste. I couldn't get paid to kiss him, let alone doing God-knows-what just to stay in competition for him. Hell no! Ugh!! Anyhow, a new season has just begun, and I'm sooooo flippin' excited and curious to see the hijinks of this season, as well as how these women can possibly outdo the girls of season 1; it should be deliciously scandalous. I'm so excited!
As for the new season that just kicked off last night, it has the promise to be more outrageous and OTT than the last season in just the first episode. The selection of girls this time around offered a bunch of video hoes/strippers (or ex-strippers), substance abusers (at least they seem strung out), "eccentric" television personalities, fat chicks, and ghetto ass chicks. There was already a fight in the house within the first 15 minutes of the show; one girl "Toastee" got just that, fucking toasted after an hour in the house; girl-on-girl fun was set in motion; tramps are already making out with Flav and professing love; verbal assaults between these bitches are non-stop; ah, yes, and someone took a shit on themself and the floor. That's right, I said it, the shit has officially hit the fan... or floor. And here I thought the show couldn't sink any lower... Ahhh, behold the power of cheesey T.V.
I know it doesn't make much sense for a person who believes there is only shit on the tele these days to purposefully watch the crappiest show in the last few decades, but that is precisely WHY I watch it. IF it's all crap anyway, I want to watch the one series that embraces what a piece of garbage it is. Unlike "The Bachelor" and "the Bachelorette", the "Flavor of Love" isn't trying to convince the audience that true love can be found in front of a rolling camera; rather it's a mockery of these shows. I'm a fan of sarcasm and satire, and Flavor Flav is giving his critique on the institutions of love, marriage, and the greed of humanity through his show, or at least, that's what I watch it for. In a country where homosexual love and marriage is frowned upon and illegal because it tarnishes the great institution of love/marriage, the how is it that reality T.V. is allowed to tarnish, trample, and trounce these institutions? Ohhh, right! Ratings = Money, and Money = Love, thus Ratings = Love!!! Now I get it (thank God I took geometry). Well, now that's cleared up, I urge everyone to check out "Flavor of Love"; you'll money this series just as much as I ratings it too.
Truly,
Not~So~Cosmo
posted by Not So Cosmo @ 7:55 AM
4 Comments:
At 4:57 AM,
Will Work For Shoes said…
I was so going to write about that, it's scary. The first 90 minutes if season 2 was unbelievable. Marcus says he won't watch anymore but you know he's lying. I absolutely love BUCKWILD. I hope she wins. Did you know that the finale for Season 1 was the most watched show EVER on VH1. They couldn't not do another one. These girls are insane and I'm reaping all the benefits. I can't wait until his "boys" come to give thier opinions. I'd definitely recommend the chick who can split and booty-clap at the same time. Pole skills are a plus to.
Note to Flav: You won't find love but you'll have a blast looking and make a whole lot of dough. Don't stop til you get enough. Peace, Love and Chicken wings (burnt ones).
At 7:30 AM,
Not So Cosmo said…
LMAO!!!!
If Bo could read this, he'd say he knew we were kindred witches all along. I was in hysterics, and everry commercial break my sister and I had to dish about these dizzy bitches, especially BUCKWILD!!! She is so insanely ghetto that I fear she stole every ounce of ghettoness destined for me. The shit is nuts. And speaking of shit... Somethin' is a whole lotta Nothin'.
N~S~C
At 3:41 AM,
LionessofZion said…
lol that show sounds like shit. literally.
Lioness
At 8:40 PM,
Not So Cosmo said…
WOW!!! You know I'm a sucker for alliteration and literate guys. You deffo get an A++ for amusing alliterative afterthoughts. You're so friggin' Witsy.
N~S~C
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