so. i checked out vh1’s latest king magazine model-maker, ‘a real chance at love.’ if you’re unawares (congratulations! you probably have cultural standards!), this is yet another love-finding reality show starring people who became ‘famous’ after being on the reality show of a person who was made ‘famous’ on the reality show of someone who became relevant again after being on two prior reality shows.
i dunno, guys. i loved ‘flavor of love,’ i will readily admit. it was my guilty pleasure. i also watched the second season and dabbled in the third. and i watched ‘i love new york.’ second season too. the point im making is that these sorts of shows and this particular format (generally unattractive subject somehow gets a busload of sometimes attractive people to act like complete and utter asses on national tv) was entertaining. but im not so moved anymore. it’s sort of like making a copy of a copy of a copy. eventually, your results wont be as clear and clean and crisp as the original.. i think vh1 is approaching that point, and it doesnt look like its gonna stop soon. this is already in the works, and i wont be surprised if janice the muppet (aka ‘new york’) does another season, and you know we’ll see a ‘daisy of love’ charm school and a ‘real chance of love’ charm school and dear lord who knows what else. i guess they found their goldmine and are determined to bleed it dry. it cld very well be around for awhile too.. i mean look at the ‘survivor’ series. that’s been on tv since like 1986.
the first ‘flavor of love’ was entertaining because it was more believable. i’m sure the girls on the show didnt anticipate that they’d blow up the way they did, all on the covers of your favorite sleezy magazines and what not, so i could buy that they were actually there to get something from flavor flav, if not his love and extremely sloppy and potentially smelly kisses, then whatever money he managed not to smoke up over the course of his career. now its like okay. this is just a short stop on your way to booties and bits magazine. or to your own reality show. everybody is just sooooooooo completely extra and over the top, it’s so transparent. even if the shit aint real, i need to believe it for a few seconds so i can watch. it’s gettin ashy 😦
and i think this one kinda creeps me out because its so…. meat marketish. i mean i think any dating show where one man picks from a house full of women is meat markety, but especially so with vh1 shows, and doubly so with this real & chance show. i mean the first thing that happens in these houses? the choosing males give the women new names of their choice. if you want to read into that, you could say that its a pretty pointed symbolic gesture of ownership, to look at a woman and say ‘sherronam’ika is too square! ima call you tittyknobs!’ i mean, flav supposedly did it because he wldnt be able to remember their real names what with the brain cells lost to crack and all. now? its just tradition. and i shake my head, slowly and deliberately.
i was gonna say somethin about each of the girls, but i dont feel motivated. off the top of my head, from what i can remember, this one seems decent, sane, sweet, and misplaced; this one has an… interesting face, this one likely has 1-2 personality disorders, this one *really* needs a darker shade of lipstick/gloss, this one was actually one of the prettiest in my estimation, but it goes out the window soon as she opens her mouth, and this one… no. just no. (you can find pics of the rest of them here.)
i dunno. the whole thing has fallen off, if you want my humble. but alas, i’ll prolly catch a few epsiodes 😦
id like to conclude by saying that whomsoever keeps dressing real like a ‘vampire in brooklyn’ reject needs to be fired expeditiously. same for whoever keeps putting shalack in chance’s hair.