VH1's Flavor of Love is reviewed in the November issue of Essence magazine:
"Perhaps not since 1915's racist epic The Birth of a Nation have we been depicted as offensively as we are on VH1's Flavor of Love. Journalist Debra Dickerson calls out the star of the show and the women who swear they love him.
Tough as the competition is, it seems no one disrespects Black women more than gold-tooth-flashing, Mad Hatter–dressing, alcohol-loving has-been rapper Flavor Flav. Each season on his Black-chelor knockoff reality series, Flavor of Love, he drags 20 empty-eyed hoochies through endless rounds of humiliation as they claw and scratch to get time alone with him and beg to be his plaything. Given the show's record-breaking ratings on VH1, there's no likely end in sight. I'm not defending the bling-blinded contestants who pimp themselves to become Flav's potential wife on national TV. In fact, it's hard not to despise these women for picking a random celebrity's coattails to ride with their bare bottoms. But I see no redeeming value in Flav, this former "hip-hop intellectual" who seems to think that "habitatural" and "romantical" are actual words, that the watercraft in Venice are "gonzoleers," that his face leering out from period costumes is great art, and that his on-air roses are red, violets are blue–level poetry is, you know, poetry."
You can see the show on MTV UK. At least on their site they are candid enough to ask, "Why are we making this show?" Not that their answer is particularly convincing.
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At the recent Dublin show Chuck D and Professor Griff left the stage and Flava did a solo bit, during which he asked the audience if they've caught his show. The question was greeted with silence, then a lone voice said, 'bring back Chuck D'.
Ha ha ha. Imagine what they'd have said if they HAD seen it!
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