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.
Hush.
I am getting the sense that I am a cog in a horribly disorganized publicity stunt. I am not Dr. Phil, and balanced people who are legitimately worried about being stalked don’t live blog for the internet their whereabouts in real time or further exacerbate a manufactured feud with their parents. You think you can use me, Scrunchy? Not hardly. The time has come for another experiment:What happens when you stop talking about them?
I think I know the answer, but need to test the hypothesis. This is important work in the name of medical and social science: what happens when you starve an attention whore of attention? She needs this blog more than you.
Perhaps families will be restored, younger sisters will suddenly appear, lips will be unpursed, and nature will return to hair. Perhaps there will be a different angle to garner attention for a new venture beyond the damsel in distress routine. Perhaps the seal, opened by blood, and which devoured the chosen from beneath, will be closed by tears of remorse. Perhaps absolutely nothing will happen, which is probably their worst fear. No one finds them interesting unless they are being parsed.
We shall see. And relax. It is an experiment.