After keeping relatively quiet for the past two weeks, TechCrunch founder and Silicon Valley kingmaker Mike Arrington issued an exhaustive rebuttal on his blog yesterday to his ex-girlfriend Jenn Allen's public claims that he raped and physically abused her. Arrington's pushback against Allen comes as Gawker has uncovered more detail on allegations that he assaulted another ex-girlfriend, Meghan Asha—including corroboration from Asha's friend and former partner, Julia Allison.

Randi Zuckerberg has been awarded a Bravo reality show, a show that will follow young people trying to become "Silicon Valley's next great success stories." The mere existence of the program shows how the myth of golden opportunity in the Valley is, once again, far surpassing reality. But beyond that, the show's a clear signal that ridiculous, highly public interpersonal drama will continue to swirl around the Zuckerberg clan for some time to come.

Charles Forman made tens of millions of dollars selling his company last week. And thank God for that: It's been far too long since "fuck you money" went to a tech whiz who was at least marginally interesting.

A pristine Google results page is the season's must-have online accessory. "Online reputation managers" offer to scrub your internet footprint of revealing pictures or embarrassing blog posts—for a hefty price. We are entering a brave new world of social media status differentiation!

It's true: Julia Allison is dating John McCain's son Jack. And the dalliance will bring the internet famemonger long-lost levels of attention, despite protestations to the contrary. Her camera has certainly been busy.

You guys. Did you know this was happening? One-time Gawker fixation and current bargain-bin micro-celeb Julia Allison — of website fame — has left New York City. Let's take a moment to reflect on the fameball that was.

The internet's successful replacement of prestige accorded for moral worth with a new aspirational standard based solely on disdain-laden media notoriety, summed up in two Twitpics from Arthur Kade, before and during last night's "Webutante Ball":

"So impressed with 5W PR!!! It's refreshing to meet business people who exceed your expectations."—Julia Allison. Wow. The Protofameball and the World's Worst Flack, together at last. I guess our work here is done?

A coterie of brave, attractive women in New York City—led by spiritual guru Julia Allison—are pledging to give up sex for upwards of two weeks in a purifying "celibacy cleanse." Like a juice cleanse, but less sperm.

Kevin Rose has a new high-pressure job now that he's taken over as Digg's CEO. Staunching Digg's user bleed to Twitter a big challenge. Even bigger: Doing this while maintaining his relationship with sugar-phobic food blogger Darya Pino.

Megan McCarthy wondered why the New York Times hates West Coast gossips; Natalie Eshaya caught a cheater; and Julia Allison did not know what her students were thinking. The Twitterati were confused and dismayed.

She announced it during a live web chat (irony) with Reblogging NonSociety, after a surprise appearance on her obsessive detractors' website turned into a chat with hundreds about plastic surgery, web criticism, and ex-sex with Jakob Lodwick.

Fameball 1.0 Julia Allison is allegedly quitting the internet. She may not resurface for days, or even weeks. It's a sobering moment. Let us now look back and remember three and a half years of highlights of Julia's unfiltered life.

Julia Allison has pulled the plug on her life-casting ridiculousness because it was a failure in every measurable way her "soul is exhausted". This is so sad. What's going to happen to all those delightful rebloggers? (h/t Sautechef) [NonSociety]

Former dating columnist Julia Allison will teach you how to fameball at Learning Annex for $45, way less than Parsons' protocelebrity program. But don't expect financial advice: Amid turnover at her startup, Allison is considering applying to Stanford Business School.

Biz Stone used an age-shortener to fit his birthday onto Twitter; Julia Allison tried doing math with her brain; and Ana Marie Cox attempted to flirt with Rahm Emanuel over basic cable. The Twitterati turned to tools of last resort.

I couldn't abandon ship without saying goodbye to Julia Allison. Her birthday party was last night! And I know, I know: you're so over Julia Allison, Why do you keep posting about her? I'm tired of hearing about her! Etc.

The father of Gmail gave his kid a pat on the back; a TV doctor defended his slang; and Ashton Kutcher's iPhone ruined his Mexican relations. The Twitterati just tried to get along.

In your staggering Tuesday media column: Marcus Brauchli is far richer than a newspaper editor should be (especially considering the new classified ad numbers), the future of Harper's debated, and Julia Allison overcomes media haters (like Richard Lawson).