Reblogging Julia

It takes (an East) Village.

It seems our Lady of Introspection is on the hunt, digging tirelessly to unearth the real baugher.  To wit, one of the tipsters received this accusatory email from our Pink Lady today yesterday:

You’re obviously intelligent, and a talented writer.  You’ve gone to great schools, you have a [redacted] degree with honors.  You seem to have a great job [redacted].

So why waste your time writing about me?

You’ve never met me.  I doubt you’ve met any of my family, friends, or colleagues.  And yet, you continue to write about them - every day, without fail, as if you’re part of our lives.

You’ve decided you know me, from my photographs, videos, from my online writing.  You’ve decided - I don’t know why, exactly - that you have a right to judge my life.

You don’t.

Drawing conclusions from bits of online data is your prerogative - but writing about them anonymously, in a consistently nasty, obsessive way - that’s going too far.

And honestly?  You’re scaring me.

Please stop.

Thank you,

Julia Allison

The recipient of this screed is a wee bit complicit in the publishing of baugher, but alas, there is an Underground Railroad of folks who are willing to upload these ridiculous parsings.  Correlation is not causation, Scrunchy.  I have taken a few Jason Bourne-like steps to thwart your cunning Star Magazine journalistic skills.

And while I am here, may I parse?  Yes?  ONWARD!

• Have you met the family, friends, and colleagues of Britney Spears, or Brtiney herself?  No?  Well, how is is it that you offer your judgments on her life, on television and for a living, yet are indignant when others do the same to you, another publicity hound, for sport and entertainment?
• I’m afraid I am going to have to ask you to reread the question and think before you answer.
• Do you not judge the celebrities you are paid to opine about from online bits and pieces, such that you think you know them?
• Again, I need you to reread the question and think about your answer.
• Is parsing the public antics of a self-professed attention whore obsessive and nasty?  Are you obsessive and nasty for professionally gossiping about people you have never met, but read about online?
• Hell, reread the damn question, and get that hair out of your face, too.
• You are scared of someone who you think reblogs and parses your manic content, but has never come anywhere close to threatening you? [Ed. Note: she sent this email to someone who lives across the country.]  Going out on a limb here, but you think you have a lot of stalkers, don’t you?  That must be why you publicly chronicle your whereabouts on an hourly basis.  You are a victim in your own mind.