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Flavor of Love: Finale
by Annie Wu, posted Mar 13th 2006 10:42AM
Wow. Flavor of Love is, quite possibly, the
tackiest reality show I have ever seen (please note that this is coming from someone that considers The Surreal
Life a guilty pleasure). After one episode, I was completely disgusted by the behavior of these women and of the
star himself, Flavor Flav. I learned that Mr. Flav is a horrible judge of character and that scantily-clad women will
do absolutely anything for a moment of fame and glory. However, I found that I was unable to pull myself away from the
television... even as I had my remote control held out, pointing directly at the TV, my finger already resting on the
Off button and my face twisted in disgust. What a train wreck... a gloriously vicious train wreck.The final two ladies, Hoopz and New York, aren't exactly the cream of the crop, but, given the choices, I was rooting for Hoopz. New York has always been outrageously smarmy and over-confident and, well, she made me sick. At least Hoopz didn't put on the overdramatics and turn on the waterworks every time Flav breathed near her. But, frankly, Flav is no prize either. He's loud and obnoxious and, again, a terrible judge of character. The only reason why I can even tolerate him is because I've had Public Enemy's "911 Is A Joke" stuck in my head for the past few days (not sure why). The whole show is ridiculously tacky (which adds to its "charm")... Some of the more tasteful moments from this episode included New York asking Flav what he wanted to drink, to which he responded, "Milk!" and grabbed her chest. I waited for her to step back in horror and then clock him a good one across the face. But instead, she giggled loudly like he just whispered a sweet Shakespearean sonnet in her ear. Eh. I don't get it.
The ending of the finale was a good laugh. Hoopz and New York showed up at the elimination wearing practically the same dress. Hilarious. New York tried making Hoopz nervous by rubbing it in her face that she and Flav made love together (Hoopz proceeded to gag, "Could somebody get me a bucket?"). In the end, Flav chose Hoopz, much to New York's dismay. Blame it on schadenfreude, but it was extremely amusing to watch New York cry in the limo. Oh, and to top everything off, Flav presented Hoopz with a lovely gold grill. Nothing says romance like looking as though you've been chewing on scrap metal.
This show could have maintained the same level of class if the winner was decided through a simple, old-school puddin' fight. Just bikinis and a kiddie pool full of Jell-O's finest. It would have saved a lot more time, too. If anyone here has connections to VH1, please let them know about my idea in case they plan on doing a Flavor of Love 2 (oh, God forbid).
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