If you've ever done hard time in a blacked-out hotel room, sandwiched in a half-hour slot between Lloyd Grove and Joan Rivers, you know the soul-crushing death that is TV soundbite whoredom. (Uh, not that we'd know anything about it.)

Michael Musto sets the record straight as a full-time talking head: it doesn't pay, they don't cater, and outfits like VH1 don't even send a car to pick you up. What do they get in exchange? Nearly every talking head on TV is making that shit up.
Confessions of Soundbite Whore II [V.V.]

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