I've confessed a number of embarrassing things on this blog... Most situations I reserve for myself, because, well, they're just too mortifying to share. I mean, it's bad enough that I've disclosed the fact that I watch Flavor of Love... I even got season one on DVD recently, and revisited the glory of the Blackchelor- (man is 'right hideous, which is why I'm fascinated nonetheless)- but I am absolutely entranced by Season 2. Anyway, there are a number of guilty pleasures I indulge in, that I probably would be better off not sharing. Last week I admitted to a co-worker that I watched F.O.L., prompting a confused stare from her, before she responded, "I'm quite surprised and shocked that you watch that coffey." Whatevs. I just can't get enough. Her reaction is indicative of the fact that she watches it too or has watched it before, considering she knew enough about the show, to deem it unviewable. Now, if that weren't enough, the other day I was sitting at home channel surfing- (another guilty pleasure, particularly since I perpetrate as if I hardly ever watch tv that much, but hey, at least I read)- and I stopped on this rap video being shown on BET. The casual surfer probably would've brushed their hand at the formulaic nonsense being shown, but I couldn't turn away. Two southern rappers, bouncing up and down, platinum teeth glinting in the sun, tatted up, mean-mugging and posturing in front of a car... while voluptuous, slut-pretty women swayed deliciously from side to side, with blank stares on their heavily made-up faces.The more aberrant looking and braggartly of the two, arrogantly rhymed that he was "stuntin' like his daddy" whatever the hell that means. A true testament to the fact that I am getting older. But I digress. I think the overall point of this revelation is that, now I'm sitting here humming the tune. I don't know who this cat's daddy is, nor do I really understand what "stuntin' " means. The video was pure, hot garbage on a particularly hot, humid day... but I couldn't turn it off. I think network heads know just which trashy elements they need to toss together, to get those of us who're susceptible to watching a fight unfold on the street to watch. On that note, I'd like to punctuate this revelatory moment with a clip from ... What else? Flavor of Love Season 2. ...