Memoirs of a Couch Potato

Not all love stories have a happy ending.
But most love stories don’t play out on national television.
Sunday night I tuned in to what I knew would be an interesting reunion of “I Love New York.” Would Tango and New York really get married? Did Chance have any hard feelings? Were 12 Pack and Heat in a relationship? I needed to have answers to these questions but what I got was a sad feeling for New York.
Unlike the “Flavor of Love” reunion special, most of the girls on the show didn’t have remorse for Flav. On both seasons, they just didn’t want New York to win. I used to be in agreement with “those girls.” I saw New York as a camera hungry psycho who just needed money for her plastic surgery. Then Sunday night happened.
The rejected men from the show were only there to humiliate New York and let the world know their lives were better without her. It seemed like only one person was really there to meet Tiffany. Heat and 12 Pack started their own party production company, Romance has been in magazines and Trendz put out an album.
Tango, one of the few genuine men there for Tiffany, won. Though I doubted they’d make it down the aisle, the two of them producing a baby was a far-fetched idea.
As usual, clips of the season are shown. New York yelling. New York cussing. New York showing her bare bottom. New York talking about everyone. So it was of no surprise the clip showed New York and Sister Patterson discussing the age and size of Tango’s mother. Yes, Tango’s mother is old and yes, she may not be the most engaging person in the room, but was it needed that New York called Tango’s mother “plus-size” and “a brick house”?
Anyone who watches reality television knows that whatever you say, especially anything negative, will be picked up and broadcast. For all we know, New York could be feeding the hungry and walking on water, but we’re never going to know that because VH1 needs ratings.
So, can you blame Tango for walking out on New York? She disrespected his MOTHER! There are a lot of things I can forgive, but you’re not about to talk about my Mama and get away with it. They say black men never stand up for their women, but Sunday night, Tango did.
For the third time, New York was left alone. Did she deserve it? Probably not. Will she ever find love? I could care less. Will there be a season three? Hope so. I wish D.J. Hunter, DIGEST Viewpoints Editor, would try out for it.