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.
Private parts.
There is almost no way to start this without sounding a little scrunchy, but a word of thanks to the tipsters interns, rebloggers and emailers who voiced concerns about the integrity of tumblr’s privacy policy.
I am absolutely confident that there was no breach of that policy, and that despite the Pink Lady’s desperate attempt to portray herself as a tumblr insider, no private information about this account was shared with her. I know this for a number of reasons, most of which are probably obvious to anyone without crippling hair extensions. She must be chasing the IP address of all of her emails that I never returned. It is almost as if she doesn’t quite get the internet and is too proud to ask Meghan.
Now, normally, here is where I would parse, but alas, I have to go get relationship advice from Marco before meeting David for karaoke. Only time for one measly bullet:
- I’m going to go ahead and call bullshit on this, but I suppose it is possible Denton has a more informed tipster. Personally, I think Our Lady of Introspection was concerned that our time together was coming to an end and found a way to keep us both busy.