Let’s get the answer out of the way: not at all. Should this shit show ever make it to Bravo airwaves, I suggest you play a little game. Compare how the situations currently documented here are portrayed on screen. Spot a blatant fabrication, then take a drink. We can have an RBD meet-up in the emergency room as we are all treated for alcohol poisoning.
It’s obvious that Julia is reaching out to former “ex-boyfriends” for the sake of the cameras. We’ve had a two hour phone conversation with Prom King, which I’m sure was just as pleasant as ripping off your dick. She reached out to Tofu Eggs (TM mcakez) on Facebook, and the fact that he seemingly ignored her creepy wall post was simply lovely. Hipster Lawyer has apparently been approached. She’s been especially chummy with Greasy lately, who, let me remind you, used to think of her as a pump-and-dump, but now thinks of her more as a point-and-laugh. Oh, and we have Alex, the married dude, who Julia dated knowing full well that he was married, to a lady, with children, and whose home Julia refused to vacate for a full year after they broke up. Yeah, he was super fun! And, of course, Julia and Pancakes have rekindled their epic love affair, if by “rekindled” you mean Pancakes saying, “Fuck off and die,” in the nicest way possible so as not to disturb the braying hosebeast.
Which brings me to my next question: Is Ashley Tisdale’s production company Blondie Girl Productions and its producing partner Relativity Media potentially exploiting the mentally ill for the sake of entertainment?
Recent revelations have made it undeniable that Julia Allison is off her rocker. She hunted down Pancake’s undisclosed number, called him and tried to ingratiate herself back into his life, all while not so tacitly suggesting that it was FlapJacks himself who was looking to rekindle his relationship with the woman who was essentially nothing more than a squatting, sinister banshee of a houseguest. Given the realities of their relationship and the public proclamations that Julia has made about how Guam was an insurmountable obstacle, about how they shared a home, about how they were still close friends, and about how Jack seemingly wanted to spill his pancake batter all over her once again, it’s just that, well, WHO DOES THAT? Julia is so untethered from reality that it’s undeniable that there is some sort of mental illness going on there. Julia’s recent behavior is some sociopathic shit. The things we have learned the past few days are less “Funny-ha-ha, she’s fat” and more “Maybe we should check for any sharp objects near Julia’s vicinity.”
And something tells me that the producers of Miss Advised are aware of it and are LOVING it.
One thing that struck me about this internationally syndicated phone call is that, according to numerous tipsters, our poor, victimized Navy helicopter pilot has absolutely no idea how Julia got a hold of his brand new phone number in the first place. People close to Pancakes know full well what he thinks of her, so I doubt any would oblige her incessant, braying pleas for the digits. Then I had a thought: Julia is motivated as all get out, but now she has a team of producers that are equally motivated for manufactured drama. Pure conjecture here, but is it out of the realm of possibility that “Miss Advised” producers hunted down Pancake’s phone number and gave it to Julia for the sake of the reality show?
Reality show producers are adept at doing deep background checks and finding hidden personal information. And let’s not kid ourselves here, “Miss Advised” producers are fully aware of how nutso Julia Allison is. Just look at her blog, or this one for that matter, because you know they are aware it exists. Maybe it’s just me, but I think it is perfectly reasonable to assume that Julia’s reaching out to that dude that keeps the helos in the air would end up being reality show gold, a perfect opportunity to show how desperate and psycho Julia is. It’s also perfectly reasonable to assume that the producers would do what they could to let that narrative unfold.
Maybe I’m grasping at straws here, but I just can’t stop wondering how Julia got Jack’s number in the first place. If her producers helped her get it, then it makes this current situation not just psychotic, but also gross.
And that makes for a sad pancake.