This is not an official Rolling Stone article.

i rarely watch reality television. correction: when i do watch reality television, i rarely admit to it. however, MTV has come up with yet another brilliant concept for sucking away my life, in thirty-minute increments that should be devoted to Victorian literature or work. this time, the culprit's name is I'm From Rolling Stone. having put myself through three soul-crushing, non-bank-account-filling internships myself (some i thoroughly enjoyed; others, i care not to mention), i thought, hey, i'm curious how they're going to make coffee fetching, photocopying and the ever entertaining transcription of interviews into something as scintillating and dramatic as The Real World. i mean, there's nothing more exciting than watching somebody write. trust me - there's a reason i'm a recluse.

it's all in the casting.

one of the interns interviewed Brooklyn band We Are Scientists; it was so awkward and uncomfortable to watch, i actually had to fast forward though the scene.

Tad Friend gave a succinct review of the show in this week's New Yorker.