Reblogging Julia

Once more with feeling.

Christ, it has been a while and not nearly long enough. The hypothesis of the experiment proved to be remarkably accurate. The credit is yours, baugher nation. For old times’ sake, let’s take a look at some of the topics we have missed over the past few months, bulleted and ribbed for your pleasure.

• Sex and the City: My favorite part of this bout of staged inanity was that I couldn’t help but wonder which one of them actually had a job, boyfriend, or any sense of boundaries between private and public that in any way resembled their dream show. I think they all missed that nuance of SATC - it was never about self promotion or attention whoring. It was kind of dumb, and they certainly picked up on that and ran with it, but it was never about being famous for having no talent.
• “That’s where Sex and the City’s consumer romance culture stopped being cute and started being a little, well, sad”. You know what? I couldn’t agree more.
• Also, phoning it in much? (and rewriting history in your free time?) She said she would rather get shoes than a date. That isn’t a manifesto on cheap dating, Pink Lady. That is saying you would rather have the object of your ambition buy you something, rather than share a meal with him. It is almost as if you need someone to be the custodian of your memories.
• Might want to give those columns a little more effort, seeing as how she lost the Star Magazine gig. But she absolutely, positively wasn’t fired. Except she was. It’s like when she read Tori Spelling’s book on the plane, while she was sleeping. I won’t call her a liar, since that causes family disownment, so let’s just say Twitter is her custodian!
• While we are on the subject of lies, lost jobs and new ventures, refusing a direct quote in an IM chat is not exactly the same as honoring a nondisclosure agreement, or, you know, exercising common discretion. I guess it really isn’t surprising that she needed this pointed out. Again.
• But! There is an online show coming! Not a reality show, of course, as unlikable and grating aren’t desirable buzzwords for television, but luckily, there is a shit ton of evergreen content. Memo to Our Lady of Introspection: when you upload things to the internet? The internet acts as your custodian! You see how that works? You might want to ask Meghan about all of that. It is really complicated and I hear she is the tech brains of your operation.

30 second recap? Meghan was in charge of releasing the topless shots, Mary has something up her ass, and Our Lady of Introspection is just really, really happy about her career right now.

Final note: never have three unemployed people blogged so much about being overworked.