Back to THE SIMPLE LIFE in Hollywood...
The return of the definitive, if slightly anorexic, party girl...

How could I have been so ignorant? After all, I've heard Paris Hilton's name countless times lately on TV and radio. And, as I look back on my postings, I've barely mentioned her. How can that be? She's as great of a target as anything else out there. She practically begs you to make fun of her, satirize her, slander her, whatever, because she loves the attention. I mean, she has to. Otherwise, she'd probably go crazy. I'm sorta like Neil Young; in his song, "On The Beach", he writes, "I need a crowd of people, but I can't face them day to day". And there is something oddly fascinating about her shallow sort of manufactured fame; yep, an accurate indicator of the overall shallowness of our times.

I must admit, I veered away from MSNBC's breathless hype-oriented minute-by-minute coverage of her release from jail, but I saw clips, and for her, it was almost like going to the academy awards; the only thing missing was the red carpet from jail to limousine. At every intersection, the car had to slow for fans and paparazzi. Why is she famous? After all, she can't sing; she's never starred in a blockbuster movie, and she's not even all that good-looking; her face appears to be contorted into a permanent smirk. Oh, what, you say? She's a "Hilton" and she's rich? Yeah, that's gotta be it. And she's said that her 23 days in jail (I think that's how long she served) has truly turned her into a changed woman and has vastly broadened her outlook:



Welcome back, Paris, you goofy girl, you...now, go out there and make us PROUD!