VH1's 'Daisy Of Love': Oy Vey

Posted at 12:12 PM Oct 15, 2008

By Kenny Herzog

As any ardent NCDSUV reader knows, I am unabashed reality TV addict, and in particular have an affinity for the beguiling trash fest that is late-night VH1. I was even titillated by the potential of Rock Of Love: Charm School, and have actually sat through the entire season of New York Goes To Hollywood. But the skepticism that started to take root upon seeing ads for Real Chance Of Love has now flowered into full-blown, shark-jumped exhaustion, thanks to the news that mongoloid-lipped ROL ex-pat Daisy de la Hoya (i.e. Oscar's niece) will be getting her own show, thrillingly titled Daisy Of Love.

First of all, you know this nepotistic, never-ending meta-franchise is running out of steam when they opt for overt brand recognition over anything resembling a clever play on words in the title (the matter-of-factness built-in to I Love Money's christening was an exception, as it fit the unapologetic theme of the program).

But moreover, going along for the ratings ride entails a creepy admission that we, the viewers, are no longer under a cognitively dissonant illusion about the genuine motivation of the shows' titular characters. (Is it a coincidence that the word "tit" keeps emerging as a prefix in this post?) It means we just want to see terrible people do terrible things to leech off the fame of other terrible people who've already gone through the public hazing and are the reality-show equivalent of elder frat brothers who've earned the right to usher in a new batch of pledges.

Also, Daisy is gross. At least New York theoretically represented a strong black woman turning the tables on dominant while males and Tila Tequila has the whole exotic Asian thing going for her. I mean, seriously, her uncle may have cauliflower ear from all that time in the ring, but girlfriend has some serious mushroom lips.