Lights, Camera, Action!
A few months ago, I got an e-mail from a David Jones at Bunim-Murray. He wanted to know if I would agree to be interviewed for a 10th Anniversary Special that they were putting together about Real World. Would I? Absolutely! I love to talk about reality television in general, and Real World specifically, so this seemed right up my alley. Plus, maybe appearing on national television would finally convince my parents that freelance writing IS a real job, even though I don't have benefits.
A few days before the interview, I started obsessing about what to wear. Hey, if I'm going to be on national television, I don't want to look like a big scuzzball. My friend Mary was extremely helpful with this search -- she went to the mall with me and patiently waited while I tried on various shirts. She was honest about the ones that weren't quite right for whatever reason. I ended up buying a shirt that I didn't even wear to the interview, but the effort she put in was appreciated.
Now it was the night before the interview. I had already told my friends and family about it, and everyone was excited. I just kept trying to rehearse in my head what I was going to say, and how I was going to say it. While trying to sleep that night, I was worried that people who have read my recaps all along would think I was some sort of sell-out, who was "consorting with the enemy." Then, I realized that I really don't care, and that despite all of the crap I give them in my recaps, I really do admire the work that B/M does. Once I got over that hurdle, I worried that I would do or say something completely stupid. Again, not a lot that I could do about it other than try not to say anything too stupid. Lying in my bed, I thought about the nature of celebrity. Was I being a hypocrite for denigrating the Real World cast members' desire for fame, while being interviewed on national television myself? Finally, I decided that it was good publicity for the site, and I wasn't hoping to get anything out of the appearance other than letting my grandma get a kick out of seeing me on television. I wasn't going to try to parlay it into a career or anything. Satisfied with that, I finally fell asleep.
Four hours later, it was time to get up. I had this great idea to document my day with photos, and had told my boyfriend to take a picture of me first thing in the morning. After four hours of sleep, I definitely did not want to get my picture taken, but I tried to be a sport. After spending the morning trying not to get freaked out about the fact that I was going to be interviewed for national television, I left for my hair appointment around 11:30 AM. I had mentioned the whole interview to my hairdresser (and I should give her a plug -- Ginny from Best & Company here in Syracuse). She volunteered to do my hair and makeup for the shoot. Since I am hair-hopeless and don't generally wear makeup, I accepted the offer gratefully. So I went, and she worked on me, and somehow managed to hide the bags under my eyes. My best friend Molly showed up as I was having my makeup done. She works about a block away from the salon, and wanted to come over and give me moral support. It was so nice of her to show up -- she's a good friend. When it was time to leave, I realized that I was starving but I didn't have time to eat much, plus I didn't want to mess up my makeup. Molly lent me the money to buy a bag of pretzels and then got down on the floor and stuck her arm in the vending machine to retrieve my errant can of Pepsi. That's the kind of friend she is.