Oh, World Economic Forum. You were even more of a grotesque than we'd imagined. We don't know whether to laugh or cry. Especially when we hear stories like these:

Gloomy economic party-haver and enthusiastic Facebook user Nouriel Roubini is in Davos, working hard to bring our own fameball Photoshop works to life. [His panel was aptly named "What Went Wrong"]

How does Julia Allison make money? It's an eternal question. We already know she can live in her "office." And now a Nonsociety intern has illuminated another revenue stream: full-time asking for free stuff!

No Bono, no Angelina. Fancy banker parties cancelled. Davos is set to be a sober, star-lite affair. But Nouriel Roubini and Julia Allison will attend. Is there a better indicator of the Great Recession?

Having famously "plowed through" San Francisco's eligible bachelorettes, Digg founder Kevin Rose went L.A. for his most recent paramour, Shira Lazar. Who is this Web-video wannabe with links to Dov Charney and Julia Allison?

Sometimes we all look back on the choices we've made, and wonder wistfully how things would have turned out had we chosen different paths. And sometimes this makes us delusional, like Julia Allison.

What is it with media people? Twitter seems to drive them to reveal what their readers always suspected: They're all a bit dysfunctional, each in his or her own special way. Especially Julia Allison!

Mary Rambin, the scholar-poet corner of ladyblog Non Society's feminist Bermuda Triangle, has, in one simple blog post, demonstrated two things that must be shut down. Immediately.

Hypernarcissistic videogame developer Charles Forman, whose relationship with professional drama factory Julia Allison ended in PowerPoint-driven recriminations, is back in the market for love, a tipster reports — and suffering from the woes of unfamousness.

Wow, it's already January 2 and no Julia Allison posts yet? Well it's time to get you all caught up on the protofameball's shattered sense of calm and ongoing New Year's friendsult fight!

Julia Allison: entrepreneur, feminist, hero of our time. She's publicly announced her desire to go to business school, and when she went to visit Harvard Business School the other day "quite a few people" had read her blog and came at her with all types of questions! So naturally she sat down and made a video about her intentions—not just for her own education, but also for her fake company, Nonsociety, which she would like to sell in 3-5 years. After the jump, watch Julia expound on her well thought-out scheme to make "fuck you [Nick Denton] money":

Shitty economic times are a shitty time to launch a startup, Nonsociety's Julia Allison has probably found. Maybe that's why she's been publicly contemplating getting her MBA (Harvard or Stanford, please!) which is the classic career-crisis move. She's obviously stressed and cracking up a bit (we hear that Eater's Ben Leventhal, who she's been trying to date despite his status as a player, caused her to leave a College Humor party in tears on Saturday night). A post last week about how she recently updated her "ex" files is a sign of a deeper problem. But Allison has always been proud to call herself an early adopter, whether it be of lifestreaming or Tumbling or the like. Maybe her personal job crisis is our crisis, too! In fact, we have some advice for her.

We gratuitously mocked Times columnist Nick Kristof's Twitter feed last week. But the truth is that he's in good company. Lots of big-shot media people—including many Gawker "favorites"!—have Twitters, despite the fact that Twitter is proven to destroy journalism. We haven't been paying enough attention to their various tweets about this and that. After the jump, we condense the offering of five famous media twits into bite-sized packages:

You know those movies where the big city hotshot character comes back to their town for the holidays and learns humbling lessons about life and love? Well that apparently played out in real life when Julia Allison—internet fame connoisseur, lifecaster—traveled back to Chicago for Thanksgiving. Between lazily pushing mashed potatoes around her plate and clubbing at "the hottest spot in Chicago," she seems to have experienced an existential crisis that led to a big, HUGE decision that she's of course loudly announced on her website: Julia Allison is going to Business School! And not just any business school. Like some sort of businessy Elle Woods, she's aiming for the crème de la crème: Harvard! And Stanford. What, like it's hard? There are, though, some small flaws in her plan:

"At Obama’s Chicago headquarters RIGHT NOW." [Julia Allison, Video]

It's funny and meta to watch Julia Allison get profiled. Since she's already done all the work for us in real time—chronicling her thoughts and moods and outfits on her blog—a profile seems beside the point and out of date by the time it goes to print—we've already seen those outfits and photos, and we already know what events she's been to. Journalists are usually left baffled upon their first introduction to the JA force of nature—when we've been collectively getting her IMs for years! Australia is just now catching on to this Internet fameball/oversharing thing, putting Allison on the cover of a magazine—and including her close personal friend, and also our former editor, Emily Gould. (At this point, Em seems like she wants to erase the Internet and spend a month in a sensory-deprivation chamber.) The profile is very similar to Allison's Wired cover story, except for perhaps the journalist's outright dislike for her subjects.She calls Allison's two sidekicks Mary and Megan "equally terrifying alpha girlfriends." (Touché!) Also: "I meet Gould in the painfully sceney Balthazar cafe in New York’s Soho (her choice)." Dang. However, we finally learn how Julia thinks her baffling Nonsociety startup will earn money!

It's the trend that wasn't: certain ladies are part of the new power elite of women who pay for their own travel via private jets. According to Private Air Daily, "[Dating columnist] Julia Allison and fellow Internet glamour girls Mary Rambin and Meghan Asha, stars of Bravo's upcoming reality show It Girls, [rumored show -Ed], are emblematic of a growing feminization of the [private jet] flight ceiling." With the show and their startup Nonsociety in mind, it's time to step right up and dance like monkeys to perform the art of the shill:

This is from dating columnist and startup Nonsociety lifestreamer Julia Allison's Twitter. Welcome to how the other half lives! (Her salary at Star last year was $100K—just so you know.)

"My mom and Julia spent most of the time comparing their respective startups," Tumblr jockey Nick Noyes blogs about his dinner with New York's notorious nobody, Julia Allison. "Interesting statistic of the night: her site garners 500,000 visits per month." Does Nick mean Julia, or his mom?Because Quantcast places both Julia's personal site and her startup, NonSociety, at "fewer than 2,000 U.S. monthly people." Either way, Julia wisely lets her dinner guest publish the claim, giving her plausible deniability. That's part of Julia's cover-of-Wired appeal — she doesn't need a website. (Photo by Nick Noyes.

Imagine you're a marketing intern at an online dating company that lets you video-chat with others. Part of your job is to give the lonely ladies out there a little webcam-time and pretend you like them. That's what tipster Corey does: "To be fair, it’s not so much an internship as it is emotional prostitution... It's weird and mildly unethical, but it pays well. I mean, if I have to let some 45 year old cat lady from Wyoming think we’re having an emotional affair so I can occasionally eat at Le Bateau Ivre, then so be it." We understand. But it must have been shocking for him to have the omniscient fameball trio of dating columnist Julia Allison & her Nonsociety friends pop up on his screen while he was emotionally prostituting himself. He must have felt like he truly met his match!