Last night I saw how my reality TV sausage is made, and it was no less traumatizing than an actual Eric Schlosser-curated trip to the slaughterhouse would be. I tripped over camera cables and was periodically blinded by bright white lights, some of them from the cameras directly and others reflecting off the spackled tresses of Tinsley Mortimer. On my way outside, I walked by an alcove where a catfight! scene was being filmed: fingers were being pointed in Devorah Rose’s face, and later, on my way back in, she was being tag-team cornered against a wall as a quorum of production aides with Secret Service earpieces looked on. Her dress was made entirely of sequins.
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missed this. Must’ve been when...talking to James Del.
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