Julia: “Angry, Sort Of Sad Adults”

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Yeah, I have had a google alert on my name.

I just removed it.

I’ve had it for two or so years, during which time I suppose I convinced myself that it was “necessary for my career” to know what people were writing about me on the internet – about my columns, my tv segments, my blogs, my interviews, my latest non-boyfriend (and on and on and on) …

But I got one today, glanced at it, deleted it and thought, “Wait … why do I even get these at all?  Why do I care what anyone has to say about me?!?”

Lately, I’ve been trying to analyze what common denominators exist when I’m happiest, and one in particular stands out in my mind: I’m not paying any attention to what anyone else thinks.

For some time now, I’ve actively refused to visit websites that are negative – be them my hate sites (ha – I almost wrote “my little hate sites.”  My Little Hate Site!  It’s like My Little Pony – for angry, sort of sad adults!), or even websites that spew insults & judgment in others’ directions (Perez Hilton, TMZ).  They’re candy for your soul – almost druglike with their high when you’re in thrall to them, but you feel like absolute crap afterwards.

(Actually, I would make the same argument about the print tabloids, gossip columns and “celebrity news” as well.  They’re good for no one and add absoutely nothing of value to our lives.  Yes, they’re completely addictive and I obsessively read them in airports.  And yes, my job for a year was working for one of them.  And yes (again), I still – very occasionally – go on tv and talk about pop culture.  Just like I sometimes binge on dessert.  I probably shouldn’t do either.  But that’s another discussion.)

In any case, I decided that this need – the insidious, seemingly insatiable need to listen to others’ opinions about yourself – doesn’t necessarily bode well for your creative output (even if those opinions are exceedingly positive!!). In fact, it stymies it dramatically, at least for me.  I’m guessing I’m not alone.

There is a time and place for feedback, certainly, but I’m not convinced a daily google alert is that place.

In fact, I’m quite convinced it’s not.

So, my friends, I’m going to bed – at a reasonable hour (for me) – happily unaware of what anyone thinks of this post.  And that’s absolutely okay with me.

I hope you had a wonderful, fabulous weekend.

Goodnight!!!

84 COMMENTS

  1. Julia goes to church. Lightning strikes. She realizes vanity is a sin. Cancels Google alert of *her own name*. Misses part about turning other cheek, being modest, charitable etc. Whoops. Takes to vanity blog to slag off haterz whilst praising self for being less self-obsessed than usual.
    Temporary haze of morality /ethics fades in oh, 48 hours or so.

    • Well, now we know, in Julia Allison patented legalese, how she wasn’t “reading” this site. She was reading her Google alerts, peoples!

      I give her about 48 hours before she’s back trolling the Internet for any mention of her fake Pony Princess name.

  2. My Little Deflection Site
    “… print tabloids, gossip columns and “celebrity news” … good for no one and add absoutely nothing of value to our lives. Yes, they’re completely addictive and I obsessively read them in airports. And yes, my job for a year was working for one of them. And yes (again), I still – very occasionally – go on tv and talk about pop culture. Just like I sometimes binge on dessert. I probably shouldn’t do either. But that’s another discussion.”

    And somehow “print tabloids, gossip columns and ‘celebrity news'” are transformed into “pop culture” by a wave of her little pink wand.

  3. She states:

    “I probably shouldn’t do either. But that’s another discussion”.

    To which I say: “It’s the same discussion, you defensive bitch!”

    Thanks.

  4. Not sure if anyone has picked up on this, but her little brother just got engaged!!! she must be dying.

    • Ohhhhh nice. I didn’t know that. Temporary identity crisis explained. Poor Julia — always a bridesmaid! I think it was the TONY firing that set it off as well. And the one-year lauch for Nonsociety is in July, no?

      Say what she will, 2009 has been a horrible year for Julia. She’s obviously depressed. Confused. Why isn’t she real? It’s kind of sad to watch her try so hard to spin it.

  5. She probably turned off google alerts because it bruised her fragile little ego to get a daily reminder that no one talks about her anymore besides us. The mentions probably declined just as rapidly as her looks and her fleeting notoriety.

  6. Imagine one day you check out NS and see this:

    “Ok look. I lost my overpaid gig at Star, and my TONY job. Nothing else panned out. I build up my dreams, everything was going my way! I was on the BoltBus bound for pseudo-celebrity, and then everything hits the fan. I stay inside and eat my way to 30 extra lbs. Now my life sucks even more. I try to do damage control – doesn’t work.

    I have screwed myself into a chubby, unemployable hole, folks. I’m getting off NS and getting a job, maybe some therapy, and I’ll just be on xoxojulia.com having a personal blog, a blog with no more bullshit, just me trying to get my life together. A real life. Well, anyway say goodbye to the public Julia Allison. From now on, it’s just plain old Jules from Long Island U. xoxox PS: Fuck it, I’m getting so drunk tonight.”

    I don’t know about you, but I think I’d like THAT Julia.

    • Like is stretching it, but I would tolerate Long Island girl. The thing is, that plan would involve WORK. Real work. Which JA just does not do. I think she should move to England and write stringer pieces for the Daily Mail. There’s less competition there for her in every field that matters, English men might be just drunk enough to find her brash pathology charming, she can say she ‘lives abroad’, and she won’t have to learn a new language!

    • And that would be so fine. I’d be rendered speechless by an honest acknowledgment of her situation and a need to take some time to figure it out. If she wants a career — any professional career — she needs to stop flying all over the place (LA in two weeks!) and focus on getting her shit in order. Get a routine. Buy a bike. Try to freelance a piece if anyone will have her. Maybe redecorate so that she feels like an adult in a home office and not a princess in Candyland. That sounds snarky, but I think a more professional home environment would help remind her she is an adult and make her feel more responsible/respectable.

      It’s obvious that she is obsessed with social status, and no one will remember her by next year if she continues to behave this way. I hopes she still reads here. AHEM JULIA. Stop being so outrageous and work on being more reserved, well-read, HUMBLE. Start posting 200+ word text posts 3X a week instead of one-sentence captions every day. And go back to brunette, god, please.

    • i don’t think i would say that i would LIKE that Julia, but i would certainly follow her new blog with less vitriol.

  7. Isn’t her business being a personality? So isn’t this evidence of her failure as a business? That is, if her goal was to be a liked personality.

    Hm, maybe I should apply to Harvard…

    • Clearly, the coffee project. It just hasn’t panned out. Hopefully, she’ll now be able to up her creative output by photograph at least one cup of coffee per week.

  8. ok, to me, there clearly was some sort of family intervention in chicago last week.

    she doesn’t mention a trip to chicago until the last minute (and this coming from a person that throws a parade following a visit to the stylist) and she stayed for a week.

    she meets with mentors and professional PR agencies — prepare for the launch of the “real” julia soon…

    she loudly announces that she is getting to bed early, going to take it easy, not going to worry about what other people think, canceling google alerts.

    i obviously have no insider information, but it feels like her family invited her to chicago for some R&R and stepped in to help pull her out of her career/life tailspin.

  9. heh. I love how she always plays the sad little victim. Poor, poor Julia Allison is just a nice, sweet girl working really hard in a job she doesn’t have while being so nice to the people around her that they all make fun of her and avoid her at all costs. And if you mean old adults can’t see how perfect and morally wonderful she is then you should suck her credit score because it is like pretty good.

    God, twat, you’re an adult too. An entire city of accomplished, normal people hates you. Grow the fuck up, honey. Lord knows your thighs have.

    • She never, ever asks herself: Why do I engender such loathing? What have I done wrong?

      That would be the first question I asked myself.

      Jackles: YOU are the target of many. Not Mary, not Megs, not a lot of other people with “lifecasts” trying to make something of themselves. Do you ever ask yourself: “Could the problem be me?”

  10. http://blog.juliaallison.com/2006/09/cambridge_mass_047589452_or_so.html

    Found early signs of Jackles’ obsession with people who went to Harvard(!!!!), including a photo caption that reads “Julia and GIRL WHO’S WAY TOO HOT TO HAVE EVER GONE TO HARVARD.”

    So before Jordache, Jackles consoled herself by repeating, “I didn’t go to Harvard/Yale/Princeton (Daddy’s school!), but I’m sure I’m hotter than all the girls who did so I still win. Yay.com!” But I bet knowledge of Jordache’s very existence killed a little part of Jackles’ ego/soul.

    PS I’ve read a few times that Jackles has been on an episode of Elimidate. Has anyone seen it and do we know if she “won”?

      • I was never 100% sure she had a nose job (although, despite contrary opinions, I am 110% convinced she had a chin implant after high school), but yes, I agree that her nose looks TOTALLY different in these photos.

        It looks like she had her bridge shaved down.

      • Oh she def had a nose job. If you look at that old Wonkette picture versus a current one you can see the difference. Girl had a big old honker of a thing.

      • I also think you can tell she had a nose job from looking at her parents. She has her mother’s mouth and a combination of her parents’ noses. I think she had her nose narrowed and probably shaved too.

        You can always tell a nosejob from the space between the upper lip and the nostrils…hers are too far apart to look natural (her nose sits too high in relation to her mouth). Anyway, this is from my experience (a high school with nose jobs on the lunch menu between junior and senior years).

      • She actually referred to their engagement ring as a “big hunk of blood-diamond.” Holy crap, the jealousy monster has eaten her soul. That explains a lot.

      • OMG…did you see the comment section on that 2006 story? Looks like a typical day on RBNS — people used to snark WITH her instead of AT her. One commenter posted a link to the couple’s redonkulous website, sparking this comment from Harvard’s MOM:

        “I would ask you to please remove the comments regarding my son and his fiance’s wedding website. This is a beautiful event for them and for our family and we would appreciate that their event not be marred by exposure to such a barrage of sarcasm.”

        It’s not such a stretch to think that Jackles, by the very act of being a “journalist” and writing about private citizens on her blog in this way, has burned countless bridges she didn’t even know existed.

      • Wow Julia, can’t take what you dish out? Your karma came back to roost and you couldn’t handle it! Bwahahahahaha

      • Grapefruit, that’s hilarious. I hadn’t noticed that comment.

        The same month, she wrote an article about NYTimes wedding announcements too. Kind of sad because it reveals how badly she wants her life to end up a certain way (Times-published marriage to a super successful guy who adores her), but it’s three years later and her prospects have all dwindled. I almost feel a shred of sympathy.

        http://www.juliaallison.com/articles/2006/05/amny_05_15_06.html

        Do we think she’ll ever be in the Times? Or for that matter, ever get married?

      • She appeared on Elimidate in 2006. Elimidate was cancelled in 2006. Coincidence??? I think not.

      • First one, really? Kind of surprised. Thought her personality was effulgent!

        And no, pretty sure it was Jackles. It says so on her wiki and she’s mentioned it on her blog. Was Mary also on it? They should have competed on the same episode.

  11. No matter how many interventions and dye jobs she has, she will not change because nothing holds her attention quite like Julia Allison Baugher. There is nothing in this world more compelling to her. She obsesses over the Ivies because she wants some of that gloss on her. A Harvard MBA would be great, but a Harvard husband would be better. In the meantime, Harvard and Yale friends will do.

    I cannot imagine that her lawyer father and/or Edelman could be convinced in any manner, shape or form that NS is a viable business or that Julia is a likable personality. That time is wasted indulging this vapid twat continues to floor me.

    I do agree that those Google alert finds must have been extremely soul crushing. When all that comes up are snide/snark/hate, that’s gotta hurt. It would do her parents some good – to open their eyes and provide them with some ammo for why she must change – to set up google alerts so that they can get a real (not pink lit by Julia) idea of whet her life is like right now. They’d be better armed to enact change if they read all this.

    I wish them all well. Especially sweet Allie who is about to join the Baugher clan. Good luck on your wedding day, doll. You do realize you’ll be sharing the spotlight with your spinster SIL, don’t you? That daddy daughter dance is going to be awkward…..

    • Maybe her cousin manning up a couple of weeks ago and telling Julia to keep his wedding off the blog will give Allie and Britt the courage to shut down her sideshow on their big day. Bonus points if Allie doesn’t choose her as a bridesmaid.

  12. She’s setting up her proposal for a book about how the internet took its toll on one bright-eyed, would-be blogger. This is the happy-ending part – when the aspiring young writer turns off her computer and walks confidentlty away – out in to the real world.

    Cue the strings! Cue the credits! Cue the xylophone music! This has movie written all over it.

    Blah.

      • Right? Because Emily Brill really was bright-eyed optimistic, ready to take on the world and become loved. and she allowed comments, and she shut her project down quickly and didn’t toil on and on when it became clear that the internet is not nice.

        Julia on the other hand is the most disingenuous person ever, and is a conniving bitch who is completely see-through, not to mention hypocritical and plain mean. Emily was actually just a sad little girl who truly couldn’t understand why people didn’t love her. That has Lifetime movie written all over it.

      • Right on! And she had the good sense to shut it down when she realized oh hey, I kinda suck at this, and all I’m getting is grief. She didn’t try to play all ‘fuck da hatahz’. She didn’t keep pulling stunts. She boarded it up and went and got a job with her dad like a good little girl.

        Julia could learn something from that.

      • I’m so glad Y’all are remembering dear sweet messed-up Emily Brill….that was some shit-show, as she would say. I wish she would update every 4 months or so…then it wouldn’t be so tragic. I assumed that Brill was going to try and write some version of Gossip Girl, but I’m sure it just sucks. Hopefully JA will try to crank something out too—she could create something really funny with this raw material, but I doubt it will happen.
        someone else needs to take up the case!

    • Executive Producer credits will go to Nick Denton, Blueprint Cleanse, Magnolia Bakery and Nanny Revenue.

  13. Another long entry written entirely about her and her feelings. I stopped writing shit like this years ago. Grow up, darling.

  14. In other news, Meghan blogged that she is an “architecture addict”.

    Really?

    Do you think she might start blogging about architecture now? That is sure to be fascinating. Lots of pointing and “very nice!”

  15. I give her 24 hours before she turns the google alerts back on. Actually scratch that, I bet they are back on now.

    • I believe she turned the alert off because the extended “crickets” got to her. But y’all know she’s still googling herself to see if anything new comes up. She no doubt has the first 10 pages memorized.

  16. Well, she’s right about one thing: observing her various stunts and reading her blurbs about them via NS definitely makes me angry and sort of sad–angry at her wrongheaded self-righteousness and sort of sad for her in her vacuum of non-self-awareness.

  17. What about me, exactly, looks “sort of” sad?

    To this day, I am utterly to’ up from the flo’ up re: Rosie & Kelly and their lovers spat.

  18. It’s been awhile since Julia’s written more than five words and a photo, so forgive me if it’s a bit rusty – but here we go! Around go-around into the wonderful world of Julia Allison, and what she would have written if she decided to be honest and forthright.

    “Yeah, I had a google alert on my name.

    I just removed it. Under one of my email addresses. When you’re a media personality like me, you have 15 email addresses, 3 twitter accounts, 5 blogs, 2 vimeo accounts, 41 lunch.com accounts, 67 youtube accounts, plus countless of other addresses and such designed to impress whatever tech founder I’m pursuing at the time.

    I’ve had this google alert for two or so years, during which time I suppose I convinced myself that it was “necessary for my career” to know what people were writing about me on the internet – about my columns, my tv segments, my blogs, my interviews, my latest non-boyfriend (and on and on and on) … the email alerts make my responses on these criticisms much more fast, immediate, and profanity-filled. My “career” is built on my image as a nice, sweet, thin, fashionable dating columnist, so I need to be able to shoot off emails calling people “assholes” whenever they decide to call me otherwise.

    But I got one today, glanced at it, determined it was from some small little blog that I only read on days ending in “y”, deleted it and thought, “Wait … why do I even get these at all? Why do I care what anyone has to say about me when I’ve heard it all before – I plagarize, I’ve gained weight, I use lots of plastic surgery, I’m a poor writer, I’m a bad person, I’m a prude masking as a dating columnist…!?!?!?”

    Lately, I’ve been trying to analyze what common denominators exist when I’m happiest, and one in particular (aside from cupcakes and poufy skirts) stands out in my mind: I’m not paying any attention to what anyone else thinks. Except for my new Harvard friends. I need to marry a Harvard guy, so I’m dressing and acting like my new best friend, Jordan.

    For some time now, I’ve actively refused to visit websites that are negative – be them my hate sites (ha – I almost wrote “my little hate sites” so I could make a dig at them – but I didn’t, because I’m so nice! My Little Hate Site! It’s like My Little Pony – for angry, sort of sad adults! But remember, because I’m nice, this doesn’t count as an insult to that website I never, ever read … aside from my google alerts and the times that I read the blog at 3am), or even websites that spew insults & judgment in others’ directions (Perez Hilton, TMZ). They’re candy for your soul – almost druglike with their high when you’re in thrall to them, but you feel like absolute crap afterwards. Or at least, I do. My Little Hate Site posts a lot of pictures of me with my arm posed at funny angles – like hanging down at my waist. Don’t they know how much fat that displays? Don’t they know how much they’re hurting my chances at a Harvard husband?

    (Actually, I would make the same argument about the print tabloids, gossip columns and “celebrity news” as well – because My Little Hate Site does it all the time, and even though I never read them and I don’t care about what they say, I need to address this point here. Those tabloids good for no one and add absoutely nothing of value to our lives. Yes, they’re completely addictive and I obsessively read them in airports. And yes, my job for a year was working for one of them. And yes (again), I still – very occasionally – go on tv and talk about pop culture. And yes, again, I’m shitting all over my past and current employers. Just like I sometimes binge on dessert. I probably shouldn’t do either. But that’s another discussion, one which requires thought and honesty – two qualities I totally lack.)

    In any case, I decided that this need – the insidious, seemingly insatiable need to listen to others’ opinions about yourself – doesn’t necessarily bode well for your creative output (even if those opinions are exceedingly positive — but it’s been a while since I’ve heard real positive comments that aren’t my “readers” letters!!). In fact, it stymies it dramatically, at least for me. I don’t like seeing those pictures of arm flab. Plus, responding to every allegation on Gawker and every single comment is time consuming. I’m guessing I’m not alone.

    There is a time and place for feedback, certainly, but I’m not convinced a daily google alert is that place.

    In fact, I’m quite convinced I don’t like feedback, unless it’s people telling me that my dress looks great, what designer shop did it come from, and how wonderful my column on condoms was.

    So, my friends, I’m going to bed – at a reasonable hour (for me) – happily unaware of what anyone thinks of this post, until tomorrow afternoon when I wake up and frantically google my name over and over again. My wonderful intern takes over the morning shift of “googling my name” – and that’s absolutely okay with me.

    I hope you had a wonderful, fabulous weekend.

    Goodnight!!!”

  19. She no longer gets press, and even Meghan and Mary are openly pulling away from the loon in the new TMI. Nobody rings a bell when those fifteen minutes are up. Time for the choo choo back Chi-town.

  20. OMFG Julia comes off as cray-zheee in the new TMI. It is must watch. The body language between the normal and engaging Meghan/Mary and the overhyped shouty senseless Julia is just painful. And her hair does not react well to the studio lights. And she knows nothing about men. And she
    *names* her three celeb male friends who she doesn’t find sexually attractive – David Karp, Dave Morin and some other poor schlub. Jeez.

    • Ricky van Veen was the third guy Julia mentioned. Yes, went back and reviewed because the bizarre-ness needed to be double checked. Egads…

    • My god, the frantic arm-waving, making eye contact with the second camera versus the people she’s TALKING TO and the fact that she DOMINATED nearly the whole fucking thing — while adding NOTHING useful to the conversation but PERSONAL FUCKING LAME-ASS MOST LIKELY MADE UP ANECDOTES.

      Holy hell, she actually lists three guy friends that she finds sexually unattractive by their first and last name. Does she think her cab-riding audience has any idea who those fuckers are? I can’t even keep their names/roles straight, and I visit here almost every day. SHE IS INSUFFERABLE.

      I didn’t think I could hate this bitch any more than I already do, but I was soooooo wrong.

      • I never though I would say this, but I found myself wanting to hear what Meghan and Mary had to say. They should film an episode WITHOUT that braying jackass. It might actually be watchable.

  21. Did you hear that Ricky, Dave and David? Julia is not attracted to any of you!! Please stop pursuing her, she is just not that into you guys. What? You say you are all are in serious relationships with Anne, Brittany and Rachel. Whatever, can’t you just f**g play along, BLERG!!!!!!

  22. Why couldn’t she just have said “Ricky, David, and Dave”?!

    Why must she constantly namedrop? It’s so cringe worthy.

  23. Haha, that’s funny. As if stopping the google-alerts on herself would curb the overwhelming narcissism.

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