Boob Tube Sunday

Sunday's become my most busy TV night.

Let's see. First there's the fleeting Charmed on the WB. The show definitely has slipped in quality. I can't even blame it on Shannen Doherty's replacement Rose McGowan since McGowan's first season (Charmed's 4th) actually was one of my favorites. But the last couple years have been crappy to say the least. Adding Kaley Cucoo of 8 Simple Rules fame takes the focus away from the original premise of the show. Yet I still watch. Thankfully this should be Charmed's last season.

Then there's Desperate Housewives. Yeah I'm one of 22 million plus viewers who got sucked into this sleazy fest. Season 2 doesn't seem as exciting to me but I love my girl Edie. Alfre Woodard seems so wasted on this show. A show that has way too many characters. A word to the producer's. Maybe try developing the characters that already exist. But it was nice seeing the network's first gay kiss. Was that hot or what?

After DH, I flip over to Lifetime to catch my girl Vivica Fox (sorry Ms. Holiday...*LOL*) on drama Missing. They've been in rerun season for the longest but this coming month they're showing their last five episodes of the season. Despite the unrealistic plot twists, for example, how the characters are able to fly to another state in a matter of minutes, the show has me hooked. I guess I love seeing Vivica's sassy around the way girl attitude in action.

For the rest of the evening, VH1 grabs me for my newest TV show addiction. You know what time it is. It's Flava Flav time. Not since Being Bobby Brown (I heard there'll be another season of that.) has a train wreck so deliciously bad ever looked so good.

Flav's show, titled Flavor of Love, rips on the fleeting popular ABC show The Bachelor. The premise is Flava Flav is looking for a new love. He has 20 hoochies (literally) competing for the ultimate prize. Flav. Amazing, huh?

I saw the first episode while hanging out at my boy's crib. It had me hooked with all the hoochies screaming and Flav walking in with his legendary clock necklace. Plus Flav instead of calling the hoochies their proper names (okay..and yes hoochie isn't a proper name but that's how a lot of the ladies were acting) has colorful nicknames for each. And with real names like Xocholit (that was the sweet and spicy nicknamed Ms. Latin), the whole nickname concept works. Plus it's funny hearing the other hoochies call each other by their nicknames. The man scares the shit out of me but he is fucking amusing. Then instead of roses, each surviving hoochie gets a clock. I'm loving Goldie. She's so as Flav puts it "cuntry".

The show's a perfect compliment to the new installment of Celebrity Fit Club. Though CFC really needs to refrain from picking psycho nuts for their show for dramatic effect. It's annoying. Plus Temppest Bledsoe and Countess Vaughn actually don't look like they need to lose weight. Maybe tone up a bit, but that's about it. Nonetheless it's a cool show to watch. And Harvey so has a man-crush on Young MC. I can't blame him actually. I think I have a crush on him too.

Sigh. 5 hours of nonstop TV watching. Well except for commercials. I got my snacks ready.