So I’m watching the third installment of I love New York the ‘nother night and it’s ok. I mean, it was standard issue stuff.
The dude New York called “It” was licking up on her face and some
aspiring, not to mention, unfunny comedian cornball white dude who neither she nor any other chick on this planet would ever date is getting his ass whooped by New York to show he’s good for tv errr his love for Tiffany. Whatev, that’s standard issue antics from the same group that brought us Flavor of Love and all the rest. But then I start seeing that one element of these shows that always baffles me: people who apparently care.
Clearly the dudes come into the house as steroids abusers, aspiring actors, certified midgets, rappers, maybe an ignant clown who had a respectable life as a legitimate attorney but threw it all away trying to be a star on a gutter reality show, alleged gay porn stars (I know, you don’t have to be gay to ‘act’ in a gay porn flick, I know, I saw Real Sex 87, too) — you know, run of the mill stuff. And if nothing else, it is a competition, right? Still, these clowns are on this show scrappin’ for real, spitting in other grown ass men’s faces (that’s a death sentence by the way) and just acting a damn fool in general. Take this cat for instance, Tailor Made.
I’m not sure what his angle is out here. I mean, what can he actually be looking for out of this show? I can’t believe for a second that he actually wants to be with New York anymore than she wants to be with him. Is he looking to brand his new persona, a skinny less charismatic Rick Flair, for some sort of future television career? Homey is like 38, he’s got hair plugs (called out by NY herself) and overall he’s just not all that entertaining. He needs the absurd scenarios of the show to make him somebody I want to watch. Now, a cat like Chance, who is coming back at some point, he and his gay brother from the Stallionaires, which is terrible by the way, he’s an entertaining cat. I’d tune in to see “A Chance at Love”.. haa I really should be in tv. My shows would all be hot as hell.
Anyway, I’ve always had the same approach to the question of whether these shows are real, who cares.. Yeah, that makes perfect sense right up until you start to believe people really care though. Stay tuned.