Eventually, we'll all be on TV. There are 500 channels plus the Internet, and they all need warm bodies. We Americans are being drafted into the global USO, and I, for one, am fit and ready to serve. This is what I was thinking when, five years ago, I walked into my local MTV headquarters and signed up for the tryouts for the London cast of The Real World. I was rejected in the final round, after spending three months undergoing seven stages of vigorous testing that included a 10-page application, many videotaped interviews and a blind date with a woman...
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