Reblogging Julia

What's going on.

A couple of housekeeping items, and then we parse. 

• First, a word about hiatuses.  It implies a break. 
• Let’s survey the Pink Lady’s landscape since “le affair d’Air Mac and the resulting “the internet is ruining my life” post:  50 new photographs on Facebook; hourly twittering; posting hammy videos, (including two lipdubs, a hobby invented by her ex); and patrolling Gawker sites to comment on stories she planted about herself
• Yeah, not so much a hiatus.  More like so manic but can’t blog until people forget about that fucking MacAir thing.  It isn’t like there is anyone that is going to remind people of that.
• You clearly want people to think you are dating this guy.  You’ve made that as clear as you can, even though you SWORE AD NAUSEUM  that you would NEVER do it again.  So I’m calling bullshit.  I’m not feeling it, and, quite frankly, doesn’t look like he is, either.  He looks like he can use Google.

Onward to the parsing.

• Thiswas positively cringeworthy.  To borrow a description, painful. 
• The song was a shitty one hit wonder FIFTEEN years ago, which is itself a stand alone metaphor, but taken with those now stripper-esque/80’s hair band extensions, it is now pretty much a public service announcement of irrelevancy. 
• Your father, flanked by his MIT-doctoral candidate son, was surely proud of your cheesy internet self-promotion and the positive light it casts on the Baugher family.
• Sadly, you are still stealing other people’s shtick.  I realize you’re trying to get a reality gig, but Heidi Montag got there before you, but had the good sense to wear a bikini while she did it.
• This is an exercise in the worst of both worlds.
• Myself, I share the sentiments of those who parse these things better than me.  I got the runs from watching your mess.

Finally, I am not interested in your tips, Pink Lady, even when you try to dish on your Court of Handmaidens.  Who the fuck do you think I am?  Denton? Surely you have realized that I am better at spinning your shtick than you are.  I don’t need your insights.  I just parse them for reality.