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The LAist Interview: Morgan Fahey

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Reality TV has been such a popular discussion topic of late on LAist comment boards, and in the culture at-large, that it behooved us, as typical jaded Angelenos, to get the straight dope on the "reality" of un-scripted television.

Therefore, Morgan Fahey, a reality-TV insider, is the subject of today's LAist Interview.

We've posed 20 Questions to this behind-the-scenes professional who’s partially responsible for selecting fresh, mostly young faces to star in reality shows. You know, those kids (and sometimes grown-ups) who are eager to perform a variety of tasks on broadcast television for your enjoyment, their benefit, your prurient curiosities, their exploitation, whatever—you decide.

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01. Age and Occupation.

30, Casting producer for reality television

02. How long have you lived in Los Angeles, and in which neighborhood do you reside?

7 ½ years, Los Feliz

03. Where are you from?

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The Midwest — Minnesota and Chicago (Rogers Park/ Edgewater)

04. You’ve auditioned tens of thousands of candidates for the "Real World," ESPN’s "Dream Job," and many other reality television shows. What skills are most needed to interview hordes of t.v. hopefuls, select a mere handful of them, and how do you remember all of these people?

Hmm, let’s take the last part first. I DON’T remember all those people, I only remember the ones who progress past the initial round, and really, for the most part, only the ones who get to an on-camera interview (which is usually the 3rd round- 2nd round is a long written application). However, occasionally there is someone who, while inappropriate for whatever show I’m casting, is so odd/ magnetic /attractive /insane /funny /angry /crazy that I remember them anyway. This takes up valuable brain space that could be better used on recalling the names of people I met in my real life at a party last weekend (don’t take it personally—I’ll remember liking you, and that you just got back from Topeka, just…not so much your name), or what the hell Pericles, Prince of Tyre was actually about (was there a shipwreck?).