

In case you've wiped it from your memory as part of some sort of intensive post-traumatic therapy, The Real World New Orleans was a show that existed. On it, cast member Ryan Leslie discovered a fellow housemate peed on his toothbrush and he tried to get the police involved over it. The intrepid folks at the Times-Picayune were on it even before the show aired.
But it seems Real World Chicago alum Tonya Cooley has him beat with her accusation of toothbrush assault: according to a lawsuit, she's saying male cast members raped her with a toothbrush while taping the spin-off Challenge: The Ruins. Cooley also claims show producers were aware of the incident but didn't do anything.
A word of caution to anyone heading to Baton Rouge to audition for the show tomorrow: if you end up being among the seven feral humans selected to get drunk on television, beware of toothbrush assault.
Via TMZ
Do you remember when MTV's flagship reality show The Real World cast people other than generically hot 20-somethings? There were quirky, non-traditionally attractive Janeane Garofalo types; Catholics, Mormons and devout believers of other religions seemingly at odds with MTV's ethos; endearingly nerdy guys and — you may not believe this — adult virgins who were virgins by choice. Now everyone on the show sees The Real World as a jumping point for a career in reality TV, so all cast members are fake-tanned functional alcoholics hoping to one day be on Celebrity Apprentice (or at least on one of MTV's Challenge shows).
But now it seems MTV is trying to get back to those days of intriguing housemates in this round of casting calls, and they're stopping at Baton Rouge this Saturday, Oct. 29 at a place called Mugshots (appropriate) on 7425 Corporate Blvd. Looks like they're not casting in THE NOLA BABYY (Real World: New Orleans reference) this go 'round.
Fox 8 reports MTV is looking for "applicants who have challenges living an everyday life that most take for granted." Some examples of ideal candidates include people who are ...
... struggling with weight issues, affected by a natural disaster, products of home or alternative schooling, followers of unrecognized or non-mainstream belief systems, elite athletes, recent graduates affected by the economic downturn, those involved with goth, emo, or punk subculture, members of a pro-abstinence organization, those who are recently single due to a tragedy, someone who has recently gotten out of the foster care system, and individuals who want to bring the spotlight of The Real World to a cause, condition, or social issue they care deeply about or are personally affected by. They are also particularly interested in cast members who have had to work hard to support themselves and move ahead in their lives.
The last time we heard about the Bad Girls was back in April, when they took to the catwalk for a Fashion Week New Orleans event and a few weeks later, when the Times-Picayune reported two of the cast members had been cited for fighting. The supposed victim of the fight claimed her assailant "... is 200 pounds" and that "I am prettier than her and she doesn't like it." (This is very reminiscent of the Real World: New Orleans toothbrush incident the Picayune reported before the show aired.)

Radar reports the pair was taken to jail after getting into fisticuffs with the bar's bouncer. Carroll provided an account of the incident on her Twitter account, saying Knight got roped into the fight because he was protecting her. Aw!:
“went 2 jail Bc a security guy punched me black eye from a grown a** man yet the police arrest me This is y women are to scared 2 go 2 cops ... About to own PCB.... F**ked with the wrong bitch....& yes @KnightRW24 went to jail for defending me.”
I'm not sure what any of that means, either.
It looks like Kenner is the latest victim in a growing trend of reality TV shows being filmed, or holding casting calls, in Louisiana. The Times-Picayune reports a show called Bad Girls Boot Camp is being filmed for the Oxygen network in the former residence of ex-New Orleans Hornets coach Byron Scott, and neighbors are upset!
The article doesn't have much information, except that the columns of the home on 100 Chateau St. Michel Drive have been painted purple for the show ("Upsetting!" a Kenner resident cries, clutching her pearls). Oxygen already airs a series called Bad Girls Club, on which feral women yell and throw things at each other, so it's likely this is a Charm School-style spin-off. Real World creators Bunim/Murray Productions also produces Bad Girls Club — so maybe our friend Jemmye Carroll is one of the cast members? We can only hope.
At 7:30 p.m. tonight, Kenner's Chateau Country Club and Golf Course — which borders the Skank House — is hosting a meeting for neighbors to voice their concerns about the show's filming. There's no information in the article about what these concerns might be, but I'm assuming the following complaints might arise:
- Wind-carried tufts of ripped-out hair extensions are littering neighbors' lawns
- Acrylic nails shards are getting stuck in lawn mowers and children's feet
- Shrieks and sounds of shattering Champagne flutes are heard at late hours
- The giant pink Hummer limo used to transport contestants is unsightly
- Contestants have been confusing Chateau golf course holes with toilets and are using them accordingly
Kenner, I know it's annoying to have a house full of mentally disturbed former cocktail waitresses in your neighborhood, but try to look on the bright side. Nola.com user TheSixWardGhostWontDie3 says it best:

Via Times-Picayune.
These weekly posts are intended as an episode-by-episode guide to the many psychological ailments, drunken gibberish, senseless actions, Bourbon Street mixed drinks and other embarrassments on MTVs The Real World: New Orleans.
It contains spoilers and who cares? You stopped watching this show several years ago but also a lot of information that might help viewers of the series come to terms with their outrage over the casts cultural vandalism of New Orleans (and what was once a really lovely Uptown house), and also the bleak, black future of our society.
The emotional trauma caused by the show admittedly makes such coverage an overwhelming task, so posts may be supplemented by information culled from Wikipedia, WebMD and un-scientific polls of nearby Gambit staffers. Readers are also encouraged to submit any comments that may help us make sense of this wreckage.
On the shocking finale of the The Real World: New Orleans, Knight decided to finally confront Ryan at the Airline Highway hotel where he staying. It was crazy! Ryan had pretty much beat Knight to a bloody pulp until, suddenly, Jemmye burst in and shot Ryan in the back of his head. Then the rest of the housemates walked in the bloodstained room and they all just stood there and looked at each other a tacit agreement that they would tell no one else about what happened.
Nah, just kidding. That didnt happen. But there was lots of tears and broken home furnishings in the finale of the show that has invariably repulsed and amused us for the past three months (and by "us" I mostly mean me). Let us sift through the piles of Mardi Gras beads, de-pin the Voodoo dolls, dispose of the Subway sandwich wrappers, wash our feet of that mysterious Bourbon Street fifth and say goodbye to the roommates that care forgot.
Done. No longer are people simply single or in a relationship. Ever since Facebook injected its complicated into modern vernacular, ones relationship status can now take on many fluid forms that all come with their own vague terminology. If reality television is a reflection of whats going on in the real world God help us then done has emerged as a new relationship signifier. Sahar proclaims shes done with Pablo/Eli after his Grey Goose bender in New Orleans (she eventually reconsiders, but more on that later!). According to Jersey Shore, being done is a natural progression from doing you after that doesnt work out, and when you inevitably are over being done, you eventually get to a good place and if that works out you are now officially someones girl or "man."
The Tchoupitoulas Challenge. Creole Creamerys mega-sundae includes eight scoops of ice cream and eight toppings with whipped cream, cherries and wafers. And if you eat the whole thing in one sitting without any help, the ice cream shop rewards you for your time and assault on your digestive system with a small placard with your name on it. So Knight and Eric attempted the Challenge (perhaps as an audition for The Challenge?) and threw up all over Prytania Street. Dairy, man. Its a killer.
(Also, can we talk about how when Jemmye walks in to Creole Creamery, all the roommates who are already there start clapping for her? I wonder if they clap any time Jemmye manages to find her way anywhere. Yay, Jemmye!)
These weekly posts are intended as an episode-by-episode guide to the many psychological ailments, drunken gibberish, senseless actions, Bourbon Street mixed drinks and other embarrassments on MTVs The Real World: New Orleans.
It contains spoilers and who cares? You stopped watching this show several years ago but also a lot of information that might help viewers of the series come to terms with their outrage over the casts cultural vandalism of New Orleans (and what was once a really lovely Uptown house), and also the bleak, black future of our society.
The emotional trauma caused by the show admittedly makes such coverage an overwhelming task, so posts may be supplemented by information culled from Wikipedia, WebMD and un-scientific polls of nearby Gambit staffers. Readers are also encouraged to submit any comments that may help us make sense of this wreckage.
I believe weve reached a pivotal juncture in the show in which things stop being polite and start getting real. Specifically with Jemmye, who approaches a point of drunkenness somehow slouchier and naked-er than her Bourbon Street Breakdown. Its quite embarrassing, even for a network whose main commodity is embarrassment (see also: most episodes of True Life, all episodes of Next and Parental Control). Its time to sift through the wreckage.
Nonlinear narrative. Once upon a time there were some young people, filled with boundless optimism and creativity, who enrolled in film school to become the next David Lynch or Coen brothers or Francois Truffaut. But then the recession happened, and that low-budget remake of Metropolis didnt really work out, so they took production jobs on reality TV shows just until they could find something else. And here they are, still working as pornographers on a television network for teenagers.
To maintain their integrity (and make their parents, who are saddled with their student debt, proud), they try to inject some artful touches on the show. They play with a nonlinear narrative, a la Christopher Nolan. The episode starts in media res with scenes of Jemmyes drunken rampage set to dramatic film music, then a title screen says 10 hours earlier. I hope they were proud of that.
The St. Patricks Day Parade. Just as Mardi Gras parade withdrawals begin to kick in, another occasion for us to have things thrown at us while we drink in the streets arises. I guess its the combination of sunlight and green food coloring that creates some sort of uniquely embarrassing state of drunkenness, and Jemmye experiences that on this episode. Add that to her latent post-traumatic stress disorder and well, Jemmyes motor skills begin to resemble those of wilted cabbage heads on St. Charles Avenue. Allow me to describe the sequence of events: