He didn't like HBO's Def Comedy Jam, because he thought it was a stereotype engine, allowing mostly white viewers to gawk at one raunchy ghetto "comic" after another.
"These people come out and they just start to yell at the audience and from that point on they begin to describe what orifices you're going to put your extension in," Cosby once complained. "There's got to be more."
Oh, there's more. Now there's The Flavor of Love.
This would be the VH1 "reality" show starring rapper Flavor Flav -- the clownish, alarm-clock-necklace guy from Public Enemy -- sorting through various sluts and hos in search of a mate. It's so over-the-top appalling that you can't take your eyes off of it. Which, of course, is the point.
Congratulations to VH1, Sunsilk hair care products and all the other advertisers. Just when you thought black culture couldn't be degraded and exploited any more comes this, the mutha lode. At least Stepin Fetchit blazed a trail for black film actors. All Flavor Flav is blazing a trail for is Viacom's trip to the bank.