<![CDATA[Gawker: the mediated life]]> http://cache.gawker.com/assets/base/img/thumbs140x140/gawker.com.png <![CDATA[Gawker: the mediated life]]> http://gawker.com/tag/the mediated life http://gawker.com/tag/the mediated life <![CDATA[ Inanimate Bridge Mocking You ]]> Twitter is, uh... a microblogging thing, where you tell everyone what you're doing at any given moment. It's basically a colossal waste of time. But if you subscribe to ONLY ONE FEED let it be this one: the Twitter account of London's Tower Bridge. It makes all other Twitter feeds utterly redundant.

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Gawker-392724 Thu, 22 May 2008 12:23:19 EDT Pareene http://gawker.com/index.php?op=postcommentfeed&postId=392724&view=rss&microfeed=true
<![CDATA[ Julia Allison Seeks Anonymous Advice From Sister Publication ]]> Time Out has a Chicago edition and that edition has a sex columnist. A letter to that sex columnist this week bears a remarkable resemblance to the blog opera life of Time Out New York contributer Julia Allison! It's a sad letter about two bloggers in love who blogged about being bloggers in love (though their sites were read "mostly [by] just our friends, some of their friends read it, too"!), but the guy-blogger blogged about how the girl-blogger couldn't achieve orgasm. Then things got even worse!


Q I was dating a guy for a long time and we both kept blogs. I used my blog to talk about the things that I did or that I was feeling, and although I talked about our relationship, I never talked about our sex life. I was just trying to be emotionally naked and self-revealing and let the world learn a little bit about me. My boyfriend talked mostly about the Bears and his work, but then he crossed the line and alluded to the difficulties of giving me an orgasm in a few of his posts. Even though it is mostly just our friends who read the site, some of their friends read it, too. Now they know that I have a hard time having an orgasm. That is my personal issue and I did not want it broadcast to our friends. We had other problems, too, and as a result of everything we broke up. I am hurt that he did this to me and even more hurt now that he is seeing someone else and has posted pictures of her and posts about dates that they have gone on. I feel like he is using his blog against me, which only makes me use my blog against him. I am frustrated by this whole thing and that other guys may not want to date me now because they can find out from the blog that it was "so much work" to try and make me come.

A STOP IT SHUT UP JESUS CHRIST.

Update: Ms. Allison asserts, convincingly, that this is "retarded," and adds, "if I wanted to talk about my issues, I would put my name on them. THAT, at least, is more than clear." So this is probably Lodwick's doing.

In & Out [TO Chicago]

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Gawker-358143 Tue, 19 Feb 2008 12:16:32 EST Pareene http://gawker.com/index.php?op=postcommentfeed&postId=358143&view=rss&microfeed=true
<![CDATA[ Everything Is Twittered ]]> twitter.pngSigning off from Yahoo!. Fade to black... about 3 hours ago
Celebrating unemployment with a giant margarita at Chevy's. 5 minutes ago [Silicon Alley Insider] (Semi-related: soon-to-be-former Defamer editor Mark Lisanti already started his Tumblr!)

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Gawker-356202 Wed, 13 Feb 2008 16:53:31 EST Pareene http://gawker.com/index.php?op=postcommentfeed&postId=356202&view=rss&microfeed=true
<![CDATA[ Julia Allison's Voicemail—Like Everything Else About Her—Is Public, Dispiriting ]]> Every drunk idiot in New York called erstwhile "dating" "columnist" Julia Allison's funny little voicemail number from the front page of Time Out. And Time Out helpfully uploaded their calls. And we're posting them! No one actually seems very interested in dating Julia, as New Yorkers are largely a group with a strong instinct for self-preservation. Highlights include a call that seems to be from the Holy Modal Rounders and this one, from Juan: "Hey Julia, it's Juan, and I just wanted to know if I could impregnate you, alright. Give me a call, at Jancy's house." Embedded playlist after the jump. Oy.

Call Julia! [TONY]

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Gawker-354423 Fri, 08 Feb 2008 15:09:30 EST Pareene http://gawker.com/index.php?op=postcommentfeed&postId=354423&view=rss&microfeed=true
<![CDATA[ Monster Officially Created ]]> That's our own beloved Julia Allison on the cover of Time Out New York. Holding out a cocktail napkin with her number on it! For the Singles Issue! It's like seeing Aleksey Vayner on the cover of Fortune. The Millionaires' Secrets To Making YouTM the Sexiest Brand on the Market!

The phone number is not actually Ms. Allison's, but goes to some sort of hotline set up for members of the public to call and attempt to insert themselves into the tumblrd farce of her heavily-mediated take on Modern Romance. Or just harass her, we suppose, but she really probably gets enough of that.

Good on new Time Out EIC Michael Friedson for taking a chance on a relative unknown like Ms. Allison, especially after that New York profile didn't pan out. (Adam Moss declared our heroine to be a bit "too overexposed.") Please go buy like 10 copies! And marvel at how lucky it is for Ms. Allison that Mr. Friedson decided on The Singles Issue and not The Doomed Co-Dependent Relationship With Two Insufferable Media Whores Issue. That would've been embarrassing. Especially after three solid weeks now of Julia's "dating" column consisting of thinly-veiled bitching about her ex, noted prick Jakob Lodwick. That's that fun Sex and the City lifestyle so many validation-desperate little girls across our great nation dream of.

juliaallison.tumblr.com

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Gawker-353232 Wed, 06 Feb 2008 10:11:43 EST Pareene http://gawker.com/index.php?op=postcommentfeed&postId=353232&view=rss&microfeed=true
<![CDATA[ The Truman Show ]]>

In 1998, in The Truman Show, an insurance adjuster played by Jim Carrey discovered that his life was a television show; his every move monitored by cameras; every person in his life a performer, and his world a gigantic soundstage. The movie was a parable, inspired by reality television, but taking the early model of the mediated life to its outrageous conclusion. No longer so outrageous. Here, pictured, is a text message from Britney Spears' confidante, Sam Lufti, telling her exploitative paparazzo boyfriend to disappear. "If you continue to have any contact, you'll kill her." Of course, the exchange, just like the troubled popstar changing out of her dancing gear or weeping on her bed, was played out in front of the cameras. The Truman Show no longer works as satire; reality has caught up with the conceit. There is a difference, however. Truman Burbank was the dupe, unaware of his role in the show. By contrast, the central character in this tawdry soap, Britney Spears, is complicit. If anybody's the dupe, it's the audience, half-suspecting that, as in this picture, Adnan Ghalib is tilting his iPhone toward the camera, but preferring to believe that this is an authentic drama to which the viewer has sneaked access.

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Gawker-5002657 Tue, 29 Jan 2008 10:58:05 EST Nick Denton http://gawker.com/index.php?op=postcommentfeed&postId=5002657&view=rss&microfeed=true
<![CDATA[ Britney Unwilling To Leave Britney Alone ]]> britnewguy.jpgWhether a drug-addled woman in the midst of an apparent complete mental breakdown should be really held personally responsible by her exploiters for her complicity in her exploitation is a matter best left to Dr. Phil or blog commenters, but it's clear to all who've followed the travails of Britney Spears (and they're hard not to follow, with each nightly travail conveniently illustrated by paparazzi photographs immediately disseminated to USWeekly and TMZ, not unlike that amazing cyber-lebrity episode of CSI: Miami that was repeated last night) that she is a quite willing participant in her own liveblogged downward spiral. And hell, when the Daily Mail reports that (estranged paparazzi ex of Britney) Adnan Ghalib's auctioning off of "intimate" photos is "her worst nightmare," we are not entirely convinced. Still, it's a bit unseemly that one "lensman" would go to Page Six to defend the honor of his tribe (or pack? swarm?).

"Britney is in on it," photog Alison Silva says. "[She] calls the paparazzi before she goes out. We know 15 minutes before she leaves the house. It's all staged." He adds: "Money, fame, the excitement. It's part of her life." Money, fame, drug abuse, hospitalization, breaks with reality, estrangement from non-celebrity industry friends and family—it's what she wants, people! If it wasn't, Dr. Phil, Mike Huckabee, or the angry guy from American Idol would surely intervene.

All The Britney's a Stage [NYP]

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Gawker-347550 Tue, 22 Jan 2008 11:56:14 EST Pareene http://gawker.com/index.php?op=postcommentfeed&postId=347550&view=rss&microfeed=true
<![CDATA[ Spears Dumps Exploitative Photog For Entire Agency ]]> Britney Spears dumped her paparazzi boyfriend, possibly destroying Finalpixx's business model. She's taken up instead with the entirety of rival agency X17. Spears' manager, enabler, adviser, and occasional romantic partner Sam Lufti engineered the breakup, the restraining order, and the obligatory meeting and all-night drinking session with an X17 photog. Then Spears bought the Amy Winehouse album. In the attached clip, Spears announces the official end of America's newest, briefest Camelot. [DailyMail]

Bonus Nick Denton IM Wisdom:

Denton: (bit like Diana and her paparazzi baggage train)
Denton: she used to give them good pics, and probably tip them off
Denton: and then they killed her
Denton: sort of

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Gawker-347176 Mon, 21 Jan 2008 11:03:24 EST Pareene http://gawker.com/index.php?op=postcommentfeed&postId=347176&view=rss&microfeed=true