Sadistic television
Tuesday, November 28th, 2006Note: This is a column I wrote about “Flavor of Love” earlier this year. I decided to post it because, well, it’s a well-written column, but some of my opinions are out-dated. I’m still in favor for raunchy, sadistic reality TV shows, but “Flavor of Love” has ran out of steam, and I don’t find it entertaining anymore.
Last season when a loogey the size of a coin came spiraling out of Pumkin’s mouth and landed in New York’s weave, a masterpiece was born. True, not a masterpiece in the classical sense, but fit enough to satisfy the 21st century’s taste for public humiliation. In the medieval times, people had to settle for public executions. Today, watching a woman unapologetically shit on the floor is good enough for us.
