Reblogging Julia
A critical analysis of the public ramblings of the creature formerly known as Ms. Baugher, who provides a manic amount of content to parse.
Every little thing she does is tragic.
Talk to me (juliabaugher at gmail) Always held in strict confidence.
Feb 26, 2008
1:01am
Hazy shade of winter.
Jesus, Manic Mondays are tough. A thanks to the fine folks who point out the diamonds of banality in her mine of insipid. Summarized, ribbed and bulleted for your pleasure:
- Sorry about the lack of posts? 20 in the past 24 hours? Sweet mother of God, she really should work for Gawker.
- It has taken you this long to realize that adults take responsibility for the consequences of their decisions? Holy hell, I know toddlers with better life skills, yet I suspect this 5am revelation will be disregarded by noon.
- Just a hunch here, but I am going to predict that she won’t be wearing to her birthday party a dress designed by the burgeoning new designer you knew was friend material after 17 seconds. I suspect her utility as a friend ended with her inability to deliver a dress Our Lady of Introspection needs to be photographed in. A hundred times. With outtakes for months or years later, when the well is dry.
- It must have been a nail-biting experience to watch the awards, having only seen one (Juno, of course) of the best picture nominees. Somehow, I doubt that prevented her from opining about them on television. A professional gossip is necessarily a professional bullshitter, and Our Lady can certainly bring those goods.
- Oh well, better late than never, yes? [Ed. Note: Atonement didn’t win anything. Just trying to be servicey.]
- It takes a special kind of arrogance to proclaim The Spotted Pig gross. Luckily, Our Lady has that special brand of delusion.
- You really felt entitled to that Mac Air, didn’t you? [Ed. Note: you do drink, bunny. Overcoming denial is the first step.]
- I, for one, have several escorts in my iphone. By the by, you treat nothing as confidential, so the assurance of discretion seems suspect.
- Our Lady confuses Cleopatra’s toga with poise and subtlety, but I don’t think she or her virtual entourage can appreciate the difference.
- As I suspected, the life lesson didn’t last long. Our Lady will not be pigeon-holed into someone who doesn’t share every aspect of her life. She is important, relevant, and has many more pictures of herself to share.
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