Flavor of Love is done.  If the Celebreality gods are kind, they’re done for good.  There’s no room to break this out again.  And, to be honest, I wouldn’t want to see it again.  There’s only so many times I can watch a bunch of B-actresses try to get their breaks.
But if this is the end, did they or did they not go out with a BANG?
I ain’t got time to summarize it, but here’s what the lesson for everyone to learn–your mama can kill things in your relationship just by being who she is.
If your mama is crazy, chances are you’ve got some loco in you–yes, you–too.  That’s just how it goes.  Crazy people tend to raise crazy kids.  More importantly, the way your parents interact is very likely to affect the way you interact with your mate.  That’s just how it goes.
Of course, Flav was gonna cut New York off because of her crazy mama.  Flav’s in his mid-40s.  He’s lived long enough to know that crazy people tend to raise crazy kids.  I know that, and he’s got me beat by at least 20 years.  Anybody with any game knows that you don’t make a serious decision about a (wo)man unless you’ve got a good handle on what kinds of people her parents are and what the dynamics of the parental relationship is.
We all saw that New York’s mama was mad dramatic, and her father seemed resigned just to watch it happen and laugh in the background…but definitely laughing quietly.  And Flav, assuming you buy into any notion of realism on this show, wasn’t trying to live like that.  Gotta respect that.
So she’s gone and Deelishis won.  Good for her.  I’m not sure what to make of this, but she seems to really be concerned for Flavor Flav.  She must dig him because she let that dude cut her dress with a knife when her zipper wouldn’t work.  If a woman’s willing to destroy her threads to give you some lovin’, you got a keeper.  Especially when you’re Flavor Flav, good gracious.
My advice–if you’ve got crazy parents, you’ve got to acknowledge that and try to counteract effects of being exposed to that insanity.  The crazy mama can limit your pool of potential applicats to other crazy people, and that ain’t no good.