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.
My own mea culpa.
Jesus, baugher, you are a mean drunk.
A sincere public apology to Our Lady of Introspection for a screed with an unnecessarily menacing tone. It broke our unspoken gentleman’s agreement, which is bemused analysis on my part, of manic content on your part. I took offense at your insinuation that the published emails were taken out of context or otherwise unfavorably edited, which we both know isn’t the case. I have no interest in painting you with any brush other than your own. You will do what you are going to do. As will I.
As an aside, it is kind of astonishing how Ms. Rambin has seized this opportunity for self promotion. The part about Julia in this video is positively spellbinding. Trapped between an actress sister (who is conspicuously unmentioned) and a fame-seeking frenemy, Our Handmaiden of Passive Aggression is carving out her niche. Carpe diem indeed.
As for the pool, well, no one quite got it right. The most popular guesses were hours after the suicide note and, oddly, tonight. Saturday night is the loneliest night of the week, I guess. Technically, Our Lady was blogging by proxy hours after the fact, so declaring a winner is difficult. The pool remains open on when we get our Pink Lady back.