Flavor of Fame

So I had forgotten all about the Flavor of Love reunion show. Flipping through the channels on Sunday, I ran up on it around 11:00 p.m., decided to tune in even though I wasn't hardly as hyped about it as I had been directly after the show.

Short version - It was boring.

Look, I know that networks will beat a show into the ground. If it's a new show that can't get ratings out the box it's hist. If it's a popular show they'll pound that puppy until one person is watching.

So I get it. It's about the cheese, the dough, the scrilla, the scratch.

But, Vh1...come on!

Flav "reveals" that he and Hoopz aren't together because she doesn't have enough time for him.

Uh...okay, that's his story and he sticking to it.

It couldn't possibly be that Hoopz was about winning and had no intention of being your ride or die chick.

But hey, we'll stick with his version.

So LaLa, who moderated the show, asks if he's going to do another season.

We all know he is. But his answer was something to the affect that he did the show with one purpose and that was to find a chick to kick it with. Since that didn't happen...umm..ahhh.."yeah, I'm gonna have to do it again," he says.

Rant:
No, you have to do it again because Vh1 paying you and laced you with a phat crib. You have to do it again because this is now your career.

Mad respect. Do you, playuh.

But don't make it like it's about the love.

There were 20 girls sitting on the stage that he reached varying degrees of intimacy with. Uh, why not just choose one of them?

Shoot, New York made a blip-blazing fool of herself crying and whatnot to her mama about how much she loved him. Ay, Flav, pick her!

I don't care what he does. But he been ripping some of these girls a new hole for not being honest with him.

Be honest with us.

You want us to watch another season? At least lure us in with some of the sincerity I saw on shine during the few eps I caught. You like being the center of attention, you're good at it and you get some tail while you're at it.

That's why people watched, right?

For real, squash that whole wholesome, doing it for the love thing.

Most reality TV "stars" are at least honest enough to be like, "Yeah, Gee, it was mad fun, I'm gon' do it again."

I can live with that answer.

And shoot, knowing he doing it just cause...well, what else does he have to do? Lay down tracks to an album? At least I know I'm tuning in because he ready to gear up for another season of hooking up with wild-ass, wacky, don't mind acting a fool in front of national TV, women with too much time on their hands and stars in their eyes.

That, I can respect.

But for the love?! Pssh, please.

Flava-Flavvvvvv...is tripping!