I’m still sobering up catching up on internets, so my much anticipated fashion week coverage (lulz) is not going to happen. However, if you were one of the models who enjoyed my “free corndogs to hungry models” then ta!

So this pic, much like Julia Allison, has nothing to do with fwny, but it is by far the most  hilariously honest pic I have found of these two. I have been cracking up for an hour. Most people do the “ohhhh muh garsh! mwah!” and try to look happy about life in their pics. Not Mary and Julia. The whole pic screams “yeah, thrilled to be here.”

Why don’t they just pop the claws out already? Nothing says free publicity like a good bortch fight during the Aqua For Bloomingdale’s show!

I have no idea why I found this so funny, but Choire is funny and awesome, so we will use this as a teaching moment.

Lunch Time At The Office

David Cho: Do you want me to bring you a sandwich?
Choire Sicha: OMG WHAT! FROM WHERE! ARE YOU COMING OVER? Yays!
David: I just saw an email that you were hungry, so I was fake offering.
Choire: Oh. I’m so hungry.
David: Oops. Want me to order something on the corp card?
Choire: Balk went out and got himself a DUNKIN DONUTS BAGEL STICK.
David: LOL.
Choire: Related: he is going to die in like 8 years.

There, Julia. Never say that no one ever taught you nuthin’.

Julia Allison, the Dutch elm disease of the internet, is going to kick your ass, ho!

Raakhee better watch her back after calling being an ex of Julia Allison a “con”! In her piece about some eligible dudes, she mentioned some Ben. Rocko could find nothing wrong with the guy besides the fact that he once shagged a founder fiend:

Cons: Used to date Internet fame-chaser Julia Allison.

Miss Jools had a little something to say about that:

You wanna start sumpin? DO YOU!? Cuz Jools is walkin around with Franky and Shorty with some chains and rolls of quarters, singing about being a Jet all the way, and if they run into you…

Peter Feld, last surviving knight to guard the Holy Grail, is concerned about your lack of interest in New York senate stuff (it’s the senate, right? What, I didn’t read it):

Something is fundamentally wrong with New Yorkers’ level of civic engagement when even Julia Allison can barely move a Gawker story about New York state politics. Just under 300 more pageviews gets a flame for Pareene’s post about her ex possibly challenging Gillibrand, come on gang!

What has Gawker come to when even a mention of Julia Allison can’t get the readers in a political tizzy? What’s it going to take, people? A mention of Julia Allison on The Awl???

Someone sent me this days ago and I debated posting it because I’m kind of tired of thatgirlallison right now. The more I thought about, though, the more it amused me.

She has a habit of informing us all of who’s following her on her tumblr, or posting screenshots of people liking her posts. I’m not sure what kind of thrill she gets out of letting us all know that people like her, but clearly it’s necessary for all of us to realize that important people read her blog or something.

This time our pal Web20Morons started following her tumblr and this obviously required a statement from allison:

Cue the Jaws music!

Oh, hole.  I could block them but what would be the point?  If you can’t beat ‘em, join them, right?  Well I’m not joining, but I’m not stopping them.  So… does that mean I’m enabling?…  Poop, same goes for GOMIBLOG.  (I don’t even know why I’m on there except for being a web-turd earlier in the year and defending Julia Allison on RBNS – wtf was I thinking?  Girl’s a certified trainwreck.)  But you guys are really good at writing snark, so… onwards!

We all know I’m not a journalist, nor a real writer, so I aside from being a cliched “blogger” (which lots of people my age are so that’s nothing special), I have no place in the “media” world.  I’ve made a few friends here and there (who actually work in media!) and every now-and-then get invited to parties, but that’s about it.  When I started this blog almost a year ago, I was hole-bent on writing for whomever would let me write.  Now?  Not so much.  I’m happy just having my Tumblr, my handful of readers, reading my friends blogs, and sometimes getting reblogged!  Am I a bit jealous of those who get paid to write?  Oh of course.  If someone offered me a job writing, I’d take it in a second.  But I’m not bitterly jealous or anything – they’ve all worked really hard for their success.  For sake, I was never even on my school newspaper; I don’t deserve to be paid to write.

I have no idea what any of that has to do with someone following your tumblr…but ooook. There’s a reason I don’t follow anyone with the gomi tumblr, and it’s because I don’t need announcements of this sort. Maybe I am missing the point of tumblr; isn’t just a big “look how popular I am” network anyway? Oh well. At least she admits she’s not a writer.

Julia Allison, friend of Megatits McCain, has evidently blown through all that SONY money. The “founder” of flailing tumblr NonSociety is attempting to sell her shiny, stretched out clothes:

I’m getting rid of 30-40% of my wardrobe (or attempting to!) – anyone know of a great NYC consignment store? The rest will go to charity. about 18 hours ago from web

Shortly after this tweet several suggestions for donating her clothes rolled in, which she quickly pooh-poohed:

Yes, I love Bottomless Closet and Dress for Success, but unfortunately my clothing isn’t professional (ha), so they can’t use it. about 15 hours ago from web

This excuse is ridiculous since Dress for Success takes all kind of clothes to help women on their path. She just doesn’t want to give her clothes away – she needs money, and she needs it now. This quickly deleted tweet shows she’s even considering selling her prized Cartier watch.

So what’s the deal? Why the big life sale? If she just wants to clean out her closets she could dump her clothes in a goodwill box and be done with it. And why the prompt deletion of a tweet that could cause gasping and rumors of financial trouble if she just wants to sell the watch because she doesn’t like it anymore? Is this the end of Julia Allison’s big glossy image spinning of herself as the Carrie Bradshaw of the midwest secretarial set? Is the veneer finally cracking? Stay tuned.