You know how after we went to war with the 9/11 terrorists in the wrong country to protect ourselves from the weapons of mass destruction that weren’t there, and in the process, completely upended a country that is now in a massive state of civil unrest, such that we can’t do a takeback and pull out of the whole damn thing with a note of apology, saying “our bad, wrong country?”
Yeah, that is kind of the idea behind the joint effort by Our Lady of Introspection and gawker to ferret out your humble baugher. I had previously tried to explain that the baugher process was a little unorthodox, but Our Lady of Introspection has a target in her sights and is not afraid to use Gawker to advance her theory. I always knew I had more reliable tipsters than Gawker, although, in full disclosure, the Pink Lady is also one of mine (and a sometime editor).
The uploader will be fine. Bonus points to Scrunchy for going the extra mile to research court records for her marital status and for adding a decade on her life, but Our Lady of Introspection isn’t exactly a poster child for knowing what age appropriate looks like.
Myself, I am contemplating the interviews tomorrow. Most media outlets aren’t the least bit interested in my identity, but rather the aggregation of a near unanimous response to a pathological narcissist, hellbound and determined to be famous. Far more interesting topics are the nature of the information and tips I get, and why everyone wants to remain anonymous. Hint: it has a lot to do with not wanting their name associated with Our Lady of Introspection, as her kryptonite, it is strong. No one wants their name tied to her by Google for time immemorial.
The fact that she thinks she is being stalked by blog? Comical in light of her admitted Facebook stalking of her exes, one of which was featured on Gawker, and even funnier in light of the tipsters, who have shared unbelievable, yet utterly believable, stories. Applications for restraining orders were involved. I made my assurances to the tipsters not to share their emails and I will, of course, honor that, to the chagrin of a few journalists.
It remains odd that she raised such a stink, right when I was shuttering this down. I remain convinced that she, like every single goddamn email in my inbox, wants baugher to live on. Alas, I am in crippling Scrunchy fatigue, as the point has not only been made, but is currently nailing the dead horse to a pile of hair extensions.
But you know what, Pink Lady? You went off half-cocked, albeit through your PR firm (Gawker), when you knew damn well you don’t know who the hell is writing this (by the way, greetings from NY, and no, I still don’t want to share airspace with you EVER). You just bought yourself another round of baugher.
it doesn’t matter if you love or hate the person writing baugher, you can’t deny that they’re pretty brilliant.