Reblogging Julia

From the mailbag......and more

A study in contrasts from the inbox.  It is abhorrent to republish identifiable private conversations unless all parties agree, so the following is a completely redacted synopsis of the feedback to date.

• Negative (All one of them):

From:  redacted

Subject line:  “Clever writer but so was Hitler”

Body:  “Do you have a life?”

Freaking Godwn’ed, and in my own inbox.  Brutal, that.

• Positive:  To be somewhat fair and balanced, I am only publishing one, and it was the best and most favorable to me.  I have clearly been reading my subject for too many days.  Author, if you want your naked words removed, I will absolutely do it, and with apology.  I am cheaply using your words to demonstrate the disparity in the level of discourse betwen detractors and supporters, and hope you will respect me in the morning.   Also, I edited out my favorite parts (read: the most flattering words about my writing) because I got high on the fumes of the hypocrisy of all of this.

From:  redacted

Subject line:  “You’re Getting Me Through the Writers Strike”

Body: 

“I am slightly ashamed to be writing you a fan letter of sorts and quite disturbed as I am reminded of letters from “readers” to another blogger.  However, I am willing to set my dignity aside long enough to tell you that I think your writing is brilliant.

Initially, I was certainly pleased to see someone giving Jules a reality check, but I have loved your ability to do so without being downright malicious or stooping lower than the object of your wit.

All that being said, after reading a couple posts I find myself now reading this for sheer entertainment value. …[and] the insight is remarkable.  You’ve figured this girl out better than anything I’ve read.  And again I appreciate your ability to bring a little reality to the situation without adding malice….  [P]lease keep writing.  It’s a refreshing new addiction.  Plus, I would be devastated to see it disappear while the writers are still striking and I don’t have a new episode of must-see-TV to numb my brain.”

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And since I’m here, for the non-following rat bastards, a quick synopsis.  Bullet time!

• Gorgeous, the three of them, but was there no restroom at the party?   Crossed legs have never looked so urgent or deliberate. [Ed. Note: I see you have schooled others on the Paris Hilton art of posing, Professor Allison]. 
• Conclusively testing the hypothesis of what happens when people get on the wrong side of her shot.  Turns out, artistry happens.  It is almost like there are three pictures captured here, but like a professional, she held fast to her tried and true form.  You’re the man now, dog. [Ed. Note:  Please?]
• Too much to work with here, but this underlines men’s understanding of women and shoes:  Women buy and wear shoes they think other women find attractive and covet.  It was also a subtle and artistic choice to pose with mouth and legs spread open, and a refreshing change from the Paris Hilton pose of hours gone by.
• These two remind the readers that she is never a few feet from a mirror.  Eat a sammich, sharp knees girl.  GOSH! [iEd. Note: Did I do that right?] That LillyMallow is a good sport.
• Duly noted, you were also the brains behind that venture.  If only you had known then what you know now about leveraged buyouts.  Gold, Jerry.
• Hi.  This is Me, the One You Let Get Away. Any and all voice mails, conversations, text messages or emails can and will be transcribed for the benefit of my persona on the internet, depending on your level of flattery and ass-kissing.  I reserve the sole right to edit them for this purpose, and to dig up pictures and old stories of you to reiterate my point.   I hope you have a lovely day.