2008

Hush.

I am getting the sense that I am a cog in a horribly disorganized publicity stunt. I am not Dr....

Easy as 1-2-3.

I guess I have to parse the ABC.com article, but Christ, that is almost as tedious as parsing Our...

Stay the course.

You know how after we went to war with the 9/11 terrorists in the wrong country to protect ourselves...

Private parts.

There is almost no way to start this without sounding a little scrunchy, but a word of thanks to the...

“IP addresses never lie, my dear. Take up archery, seriously....”
— Another email from our gal,...

Blogger, please.

Oh Julia Scrunchy, I thought I explained that correlation is not causation. You might have narrowed...

Weekend trio.

A few from the mailbag, a few blind items, and a few parsings, all ribbed and bulleted for your...

Footprints.

A word of thanks to the interns tipsters, who have been very creative in their attempts to keep...

From the mailbag.

Q:Are you Jakob Lodwick? A: No. I have never met him. I used to think he was kind of a tool, as my...

Blind items.

WHAT 20-something who blogs about her lip injections boasted via proxyblog about getting carded. ...

No one enjoys cold turkey.

To take the edge off, a few quick parsings. This is my long kiss goodnight, and I will use tongue:...

Winding down.

Internet, our time together is coming to a close. What started as an experiment on a cold January...

This is what happens when a trust fund girl from California...

Parsing, part deux. The hangover...

The Mediabistroarticle was a near perfect antidote to the ridiculous Gray Lady’s puff piece on the...

Weekend warrior parsing, part uno.

Christ, so much content to parse.  There is a 6000 word piece on Mediabistro, the always amusing...

The view is not pretty.

I am under a deadline to send this cargo out on the Underground Railroad, so forgive the lack of...

It takes (an East) Village.

It seems our Lady of Introspection is on the hunt, digging tirelessly to unearth the real baugher. ...

Fact checking after the fact.

NYT Reporter who shall remain nameless:  Really?  The MacAir emails were legitimate?  That seemed...

Scrunchy pulp fiction.

Christ, I so want to believe in the ongoing relevancy of the NYT, but they are making it so...

What's going on.

A couple of housekeeping items, and then we parse.  First, a word about hiatuses.  It implies a...

Marsha, Marsha, Marsha

The Handmaiden of Passive Aggression is a failed reality television star.  Stunning, that. It...

No hiatus for old bloggers.

This is what Our Lady of Introspection has learned in her hiatus.  “This is the devloution...

Resurrection.

Problem: I’m done.  I can’t do this anymore.  It’s ruining my life.  I thought...

Conspiracy theory.

The interns tipsters have spoken, and no one seems to believe that the Handmaiden of Passive...

Two weeks notice.

That was how long it took between the “I’m done” post and a fresh picture of Our...

Not to mention, he’s the most influential wine critic in the...

Our little buttercup.

Our Lady of Introspection continues her path to reinvention by blogging by extensions.   As I am a...

Weekend update.

Our Lady of Introspection might not be blogging, but her kryptonite has a life of its own.  Best of...

Of BUIs and fanny packs.

I am baughering under the influence, so the following parsing might be subpar. We covered this...

The new advertising model.

The plot for internet domination is clear: blog for free shit.  Looking for a discount on designer...

Time out.

Our Lady of Introspection continues her tentative steps back to blog with a sneak peek at her weekly...

Parsing it neat.

Like my scotch. In case you were worrying that Our Lady of Introspection was keeping a low...

Perspective.

A few new scandals have arisen since Our Lady of Introspection took her hiatus.  Although the cable...

Backstory.

My own mea culpa.

Jesus, baugher, you are a mean drunk.  A sincere public apology to Our Lady of Introspection for a...

Oh Julia.

I expected so much more out of your return.   I baugher from a place of goodness and positivity. ...

All politics is local.

It was a rough day on the internets for Our Lady of Introspection and her ladies in waiting.  Some...

Oh yes. There will be a pool.

Get your picks in by midnight, EST.  Winner gets a rose.

Quit it with the victim business.  It is unbecoming and...

Rewriting history.

Our Lady of Introspection may not have an ounce of self-awareness, but I suspect that it is because...

Miss Understood.

I keep meaning to shut this thing down (I had a great idea about “I’m going to...

Frenemies.

Even God rests on Sundays, but the tipsters pointed out a few things that merited a quick and dirty...

33

A bit of enthusiasm was to be expected on Our Lady of Introspection’s birthday, but 33...

All hail.

The Day of Our Lady is nearly upon us, and while I know nine year olds who are less exhuberant about...

The Empress has new designer clothes.

In today’s edition, Our Lady of Introspection is traumatized by neighbor sex, fails to realize...

Hazy shade of winter.

Jesus, Manic Mondays are tough.  A thanks to the fine folks who point out the diamonds of banality...

Water is a hell of a drug.

Oh, Christ, it is late, I have been drinking (water, of course, not THAT kind of drinking, you...

There's (just a little) something about...

You seem like a nice enough person.  Strong opinions on matters of fashion and personal grooming,...

It isn't always about you, Daddy.

The shortened week finds our Lady of Introspection in an especially manic state, and clearly, the...

Our Lady needs help.

Our Lady of Introspection needs another intern, and she is too busy to list a proper job...

Top 10 things I love about JA.

On this, one of the holiest days of Our Lady of Introspection, our beleaguered subject finds herself...

Good work if you can get it.

In case you were wondering.

Taxicab Confessions, #3.

JA fatigue.

Much like our subject under review, I have absolutely nothing of interest to say.

A winner is you, Joshua David Stein...

The usual housekeeping bullets: Hmmm. That looks familiar, almost as if she saw someone...

I gave up substance for Lent.

I finally got the ash off my forehead, but the bullets, they persist: And now, Deep Thoughts, by...

Off to Walden Pond.

 A few bullets, quick and dirty, just like my martinis: “I really want to pull a Thoreau...

Taxicab Confessions #2

Parse out.

Holy mother of headbands, it was a manic couple of days in Baugher-land, as our Lady of...

Taxicab Confessions, #1

Truisms.

A $500 ensemble is not expensive.  Particularly when you factor in the $2000 Chanel bag left...

A winner is you, Joshua David Stein.

I will never attain the biting wit and wisdom of your Gawker post.  Your last paragraph nailed it...

Stop. Bullet Time.

 Way too manic to fully parse, but everyone loves a bulleted list. This pose looks vaguely...

An Annie Lennox Moment

WHY? A valid question from both sides of the aisle (some employing more punctuation than others),...

From the mailbag......and more

A study in contrasts from the inbox.  It is abhorrent to republish identifiable private...

Parting May Be Such Sweet Sorrow

It isn’t every writer that can transition so seamlessly from an Oprah-endorsed columnist...

Help Me, Obi Wan. You're My Only Hope.

It seems that today we are less of a professional gossip who goes on television to discuss...

Being Julia

28 31 posts today and counting, but it seems Our Lady of Introspection is dissatisfied with tumblr...

It isn't wrong if you do it for money.

“God. I feel sort of mean, saying that. I really do. I don’t know. I’m of the “live and let...

1-21-08. Never Forget.

So it seems tumblr was down for a few hours tonight, preventing some of the more dedicated and...

Well, hell.

it is already taken.  ’Confidential’* to Lilly (or Marshmallow, depending on the time of...

They don't allow cell phones at my gym

I had long assumed it was because cell phone users talk loudly and distract from the important...

Oh relax

It’s an experiment. It is more than a little amusing that someone who provides snarky...

“Life is all about seating and lighting.”
— Graydon Carter. This could...

Back from CNN. In a sort of strange,...

I don’t know what it is, but I’m feeling a little low today (PMS??). Anyway, all I want...

Post CNN Jamba Juice in the Time Warner center. An odd...

People make fun of me for the pearls, but there’s no...

Headband-ed and pearl-ed, I’m on my way to CNN. Hit...

An Open Letter to Graydon Carter. Dear Graydon, First,...

In Los Banos, July 2002, with Ben, the peace corps volunteer...

Why you SHOULD be friends with your exes.

but I WANT to believe that everyone...

Julia Allison: i just flipped my shit at denton
Alex Balk: What happened?
[redacted conversation with Nick], which ended with ... Julia Allison: Now get my FUCKING name off your FUCKING site
Alex Balk: Did he respond?
Julia Allison: no
Julia Allison: i'm ... like... shaking
Julia Allison: after everything he's put me through
Alex Balk: He doesn't care about you, you know.
Julia Allison: you know what's crazy? I don't think I did know that.
Julia Allison: I assume everyone cares.
Julia Allison: I don't know why.
Alex Balk: Hahaha. That's very you.
Julia Allison: Do you think he was getting back at me for this? http://juliaallison.tumblr.com/post/23782961
Alex Balk: I don't think he cares enough, actually.
Julia Allison: I don't understand that mindset.
Julia Allison: and I never will.
Julia Allison: I never thought he was evil until now
Julia Allison: What did I do to him to deserve this?!?!!?
Alex Balk: Again, you're assuming you did something.
Julia Allison: in my world, when you are punished you did something to deserve it
Alex Balk: Not in his, though.
Julia Allison: DOES HE HAVE ANY MORALS AT ALL????
Alex Balk: His own.
Julia Allison: I'm really sad. I feel betrayed.
Alex Balk: Well, remember that next time.
Julia Allison: next time I ... what? WAKE UP???
Alex Balk: Chin up, sweetie. It'll be alright.
Julia Allison: well, as Noelle Hancock told me once "karma's a bitch, and she buys roundtrip tickets."
Just out of curiosity, did she ask her conversation partner if she could make this private conversation public? I am guessing not, as she livesher life as though she is being filmed for reality television, notwithstanding the fact that she has been rejected by numerous networks because she just isn't that interesting.
It makes you wonder. Does everyone who has an IM conversation with her suspect that she will make it public? How disrespectful is it to her quasi-friends that she sees every conversation as fodder for her blog? Does she have any conversation privately and without threat of publication?
This is the same girl that had no qualms about revealing private and personal information about her ex. Karma is indeed a bitch, and I suspect there are plenty of people out there with JA tales to tell. I pity the person that has any conversation with her, expecting privacy. She only exists online.

STILL LIFE: Single Girl’s Perfect Saturday Night In —...

I fell hard for Declan Bennett and...

but then I googled their respective websites - Declan Bennett (who plays Roger) and Harley Jay (who...

Working on a Sunday!  Will be doing CNN International (that...

To everyone whom I haven’t “friended” on...

Introspection Is For Fatties

College Roommate: She's gained 15 pounds since they started dating.
Me: Of course - you gain weight when you're happy! I got up to 142 when I dated Alex. I'm 122 now.
College Roommate: Wow. You were twenty pounds heavier!?!
Me: Yeah. That's the price you pay for joy.
Fascinating that you and your BFF spend your time discussing about other women's weight. You would almost think that someone who professes to have suffered from bullimia wouldn't be so quick to judge another woman's weight gain, but then again, she isn't you. She hasn't suffered or endured the way you have. You have a legitimate reason for weight loss - you were publicly revealed to have no sense of decorum when it came to the personal matters of someone who dated for attention.
You might find it surprising that some people don't gain weight when they are happy, as introspection is usually calorie-free. Nevertheless, playing victim and claiming weight-loss as a result looks good on you, and certainly avoids that whole uncomfortable business about you revealing private confidences about someone you loved to garner public sympathy. And seriously, who needs that kind of self-awareness when you can post pictures of yourself looking thin? No one, I say. No one at all.

Loveliest of Days

At brunch now, and my college roommate, who majored in MATH...

Off to brunch with my college roommate...

She’s a kindred spirit (Green Gables alert!)I sent her this email on May 3, 2003  Dear...