I have seen some beautiful sights this week: my sweetheart's smile, the cats stretching on the sofa, the comments from old and new friends on this freshly-minted blog of mine, the radiant Heidi Klum on Project Runway. But this, I am ashamed and delighted to admit, blows them all away:
Don't get me wrong; the promo for Flavor of Love 2 was its own kind of magic, showcasing skanks behaving badly to the strains of "I Wanna Know What Love Is" by Foreigner. But this clip surpasses even that.
"I stripped for three days, but they didn't have no practice pole, so I had to quit." Now, that could very well be an actress (Sarah Silverman?) speaking a line concocted by an evil genius screenwriter. But you know what? I don't care. I do not care if the whole of the Flavor of Love project is as fake as $5 weave, if all the skanks are real actresses instead of aspiring ones and every moment is planned like a thermonuclear exercise. I don't care, because that is some of the most horrifyingly entertaining mess that has ever appeared on my TV, and I wouldn't trade one minute of it.
August 6 simply cannot arrive soon enough.
SWEET... i can't wait for season 2 to start. i think this season will be even better than the first because the producers actively looked for women that fight, that may or may not be "HOs", and that have truly great (meaning awful) fashion sense...it's like christmas... it can't get here soon enough... but when it does it's over to soon...
Posted by: Mojos Daddy | July 21, 2006 at 04:26 PM
Even the most intrepid, talented and earnest of dancers cannot properly craft their art without a pole.
Not even a Perseverance poster from Successories can help in a situation like that, bless her heart.
Posted by: Susanna | July 22, 2006 at 07:09 PM