

The show is about a tattoo shop in Harlem, and its main draw is the likability of many of its cast members. After all, most of the “housewives” have businesses and are in most ways fake, but that has nothing to do with Black Ink Crew, which, in so many ways, keeps it all too real.


So far, they’ve pretty much skipped the location option and stuck to the other two ( Basketball Wives, Love & Hip-Hop, Wicked Single, since being “wicked” anything is kind of a job), and they’ve also skipped the Bravo bonus round of having the name of the show be at least partially inaccurate. That HGTV show with the soap star-looking brothers who buy and repair homes that I just call House Hunks is probably the worst, but that’s besides the point.īlack Ink Crew is part of VH1’s current mini-attempt to be become what can crassly be described as “Black Bravo,” since they, too, are following the two-outta-three title formula of location, occupation, and marital relation, then making a show out of it. The way I see it, of all the genre-specific reality-guilty pleasures to have-bathroom renovation shows, exotic animal wranglers, Wars ranging from “Storage” to “Cupcake” (the war to end all wars, I’m sure)-a tattoo show isn’t as bad as it gets. In the same way some people compulsively watch Kardashian programming even though they fully admit that being taped having sex should in no way be a prerequisite to having everything and everyone else in your bloodline taped as well, I often find myself watching tattoo-based reality shows.
