New York, aka Tiffany Pollard, is one ‘dramatical diva’ as her two-time paramour, Flavor Flav would say. She was a contestant on Season One of Vh-1’s The Flavor of Love and was the runner-up for the Public Enemy rapper’s affections. However, the two, who had a weird physical attraction for each other, remained close. Flav asked Tiff back to the mansion to survey the competition in the second installment of Flavor of Love.

Then, after a night of passion or whatever you call it, he asked Tiffany to return and ‘roll with him’ for a bit. Unfortunately, Flav broke her heart a second time by choosing London “Deelishis” Charles as his gal. Tiffany mooned and cursed and provided some seriously good reality TV drama.

That’s why the peeps at Vh-1 decided to give the gal her own show. Right now, Tiffany is starring on I Love New York.

I Love New York is also referred to by many as The Flavorette since it’s got much of the same style and ‘flavor’ of the original. Here’s the deal in a nutshell: 20 guys are vying for New York’s attention. Some of them are crazy. Some of them are drama kings. Others seem genuine, but most want to get ahead in their careers.

How a reality TV show like I Love New York furthers your career, I’m not sure? Of course, my career path is admittedly very different from these people.

So far, we’ve seen the guys almost come to blows several times. We’ve had New York’s equally dramatical mama, Miz Michelle, aka Sister Patterson, show up. She’s given her opinions and given them loudly.

We’ve also seen guys in thongs as part of a Mangeant (yuck!), had moments in Jacuzzis and seen accusations of “gay”-ety tossed about. New York’s also given the dudes names like “Whiteboy”, “Pootie”, “Onix” and “Token”. And, then she had the hypocritical nerve to get upset when one guy – Rico – referred to her as mi negrita, a Spanish endearment that roughly translates to ‘my little black girl.’

Guided by her flamboyant assistant/manservant, Chamo, New York has already tossed out some of the garbage. However, she’s got some of her favorites and is clashing with her mama already. She’s also left a lot more junk in da house, if you know what I’m saying.

This all leaves the audience confused about what the heck New York wants. I don’t even think she knows.

If she’s looking for a real love, why is she seeking out the thugs and haters? If she’s not just trying to extend her fifteen minutes of fame, then why the heck is she doing this?

Here’s what I’d say to Tiffany if she were here right now:

Girl, reality TV is not the place to find a ‘real love’. Reality dating shows are spectacles of entertainment for voyeurs like me. Love is not about the size of a man’s bank account or the junk he tosses in his speedo thong. Love is a lot deeper and you ain’t gonna find it by lumping twenty losers together in no house. Oh no!

This doesn’t mean that I will stop watching this show. I can’t. It’s one of my guilty pleasures because it has got the train wreck quality of Flavor of Love without anyone taking a crap on the floor – yet.

There’s still time, right.