I LOVE New York, Too

OK, I am a reality show freak, because I need to watch mindless TV.

I am just getting over Rock of Love, and it was the first time I heard about Bret Michaels, who after watching almost every single darn episode, I found him so cute and loveable. I think because he was a Piscese. I never dated a Piscese man, but they seem to like me a lot. Weird. Actually, he seemed to be more macho than most Piscese men I have met, because they are usually more sensitive and meek. I like a man's man with an imposing figure.

But, I can't wait to start watching my girl New York. It's so trashy, I love it. I have to see her kiss the midget.

Tango Schmango

OK, I can't help it, I like to watch mindless VH1 Reality, in particular my girl Miss New York, Tiffany Pollard, who got dumped by the Tan Man in a big, nasty way.

She picked Tango in the end. She trashed his mother previously in the show and he found out about it after the show aired. At the reunion, he faked her out until he could call her out.

Which brings me to my point: getting dumped sucks. But I also find being the dumper isn't easier unless you get to your boiling point about it and then watch out-the ugly truth rears its ugly head.

Oh, c'est la vie. I am sure you girls out there have more interesting dumping stories than the men out there, now don't you?

Picking Your Nose

Another topic on the level of peed on toilets. And, I began to think about it last night, in disgust, while watching the mindless VH-1 "I Love New York"- mindless, yet entertaining, well except for one thing: Mr. Boston's nose picking. On national TV. Right there in full view of his competitors and Ms. New York.

Finally one of the guys said something about it in a commentary. But, there he was at elimination shoving his fingers in and out and in and out of his nostrils, rolling whatever he dug out around between his two fingers, and then continued on; and Ms. New York still kissed him! Gross. I have to believe she did not see it or know where his fingers where, but she did eliminate him, so maybe his nose picking had something to do with it. He seemed perfectly fine doing out in the open.

Now, this is not only a problem on this reality show. It's something that, well as we all know, is a regular thing A LOT of people do, much to my chagrin. They do it while driving the car, and they do it pretty good, too. How many times have I been minding my own business, driving on the highway for example and I turn to look at a passing car, and there is some old man sticking his narly finger up his nostril while keeping an eye on the road in front of him? Plenty.

Does he care if I see him? Apparently not. Does he have any shame in doing what he is doing? Apparently not. Does he do it quickly and discreetly? Absolutely not, because if he did, I would not be watching him poke around in there like he is digging for potatoes or something similar.

Maybe he does it on purpose. Maybe he thinks we can't really see him while he is in his car, driving and picking his nose like he was harvesting cherries. Maybe he does not even care.

It's true. Many don't care. And I will give you another example.

You are waiting on line at a deli counter and it's your turn. So you put in your order, telling the deli clerk what you want, they mentally take it in (if you don't make them overload with more than one item) and then they do it. Mostly quick and swift. Nonchalantly, with the protection of that ratty plastic hand glove: as they go to open the deli case, there goes their finger in and out of that nose so discreetly and fast, that if you glanced at the salami wondering if you could handle the salt content, you would never know they sliced your cold cuts with a finger that just had a rendezvous with their nose. That is when I just walk away. JUST WALK AWAY.

Flavor Flav and Miss New York

Flavor Flav-I think the most profound thing I ever heard him say was he LOVES to give people second chances. I have to say that if more of us thought like that, the world would be a better place. But, that's about it in the normalcy department for FF.

As we all know, the only thing that kept BOTH Flavor of Loves going was Miss New York and the explosive cameo appearances by her mother and we all felt sorry for her father! Whew-what an emotional explosion Sister Patterson (her name on her daughter's new show, I LOVE NEW YORK) really is-she is a loose canon, firing, misfiring at whomever is in her way. She DOES NOT CARE.

So, Miss New York-she was at her best in the first Flavor of Love. She was real and looked MUCH BETTER. Talk about condescending and nasty. The other shows, she is putting on more of an act and it looks fake. Too Bad. Her mother, though keeps it real, its no act.

Flavor Flav would have been better off not kicking Miss New York to the curb like he did, TWICE. That was pretty cold.

The White Rapper Show

Yes, there really is a show called the White Rapper Show. And it's PHAT. Yeah, that is what I said.

These people are SERIOUS-half the time I can't understand what they are rapping and they are white. But its serious none the less. I am waiting for Flavor Flav to step on, if you dig it-oh, sorry, wrong era.

They have an elimination ceremony [notification by the "You Got Mayo" television IN DA HOUSE] on a make believe stoop where the loser STEPS OFF [yeah boyy!!] and then they HAVE TO give up their green converse sneakers, complete with their white rapper name graffitied on the side. MELT DOWN!

And, its an informational viewing hour. Who knew that rappers try out their new work at strip clubs to see how well the stripper takes to the rap, demonstrated to how good she feels and works the pole? Freestyle baby!

There is a lot of talk about "the old school" but they have to get into "the now" to avoid feeling stale and outdated. Got that? OK? FALL BACK! BE ON YOUR GAME and KEEP DOIN' WHAT YOU DO.

Persia, white rapper girl, according to herself, raps from the heart. Actually she sang on a rap they created for the "club songs" competition held at the strip club and it was a BANGER-seriously bro-she rules the White House- the place they are all shacked up in da' Bronx! "I wanna smoke, I wanna smoke, I wanna smoke in the club" yeah girl, that is a true banged up job. WORD.