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The Reality of Acting
LAist has noticed lately that periodically out-of-work actors are now exponentially out-of-work actors who sit around complaining that their soon-to-be out of work agents and already out-of-work managers aren't getting them the million-dollar reality-TV auditions they think they're perfect for.
Having big ears and a quick pen, LAist made note of the following identical conversation which took place (pretty much word for word) at Swingers, a Beverly Drive newsstand and Urth Cafe. Along with Botox becoming the new colonic, talk like this is quickly ushering in Hell on Earth.
Her: I keep telling my agent I want in on those reality shows.
Him: You could so play a real person on TV.
Her: See, that's what I'm saying. I am such a real person.
LAist can only hope for the return of mediocre half-hour sitcoms or else the town may very well be taken over by "real-people." And that, you know, would ruin LA's rep for a good decade.