I love Flavor Flav. I have to say that off the top because the rest of this is going to cast that sentiment into serious doubt.
How big a bought and paid for hooker do you have to be to go on TV and pretend like you love Flav? The man looks like a Gremlin that someone fed after midnight. It was bad enough the first two seasons when the girls who wanted to be singers were throwing their demos at him. After all, he hasn’t been musically relevant for at least 15 years. But at least I understood the motive. But now, I think even that particular well of insanity has run dry. The third season features women for whom Flav might actually represent a step up in their dating life. And that’s really sad.
As for Flav, if VH1 keeps writing checks, he’ll keep risking STDs. But he’s got to be concerned with the declining quality of his skanks. The first couple seasons, the women were at least mid-to-upper level strip-club quality. This season, they are almost exclusively of the beginner crack ho variety. If he gets another season, he’ll be lucky if the women have teeth. Somewhere Chuck D is scratching his head and wondering where his buddy went wrong.
