Paris Hilton teaches me English

December 12, 2006 12:00:00 Posted at December 12, 2006 12:00:00
Lainey Posted by Lainey
Much has been made of Lindsay’s incoherent rambling, the egregious inclusion of the letter “I” in ADEQUATE, the attempt at sounding articulate, that common sin flagrantly committed by most celebrities – speaking without a script, sounding assy without dialogue that’s been written for them. True in Lilo’s case, true in Kevin Federline’s lawyer’s publicist’s case, and then along comes Paris, who is teaching us all the new meaning of “on behalf of”. Paris posted a message on her MySpace defending Britney. Actually…clarification…Elliott Mintz probably posted a message on Paris’s MySpace with Paris’s interests solely in mind, exploiting Britney in the process. See text below: “Lately, you’ve been seeing pics of me and Britney partying (blah blah) [sic] and she knows that some of her fans are very upset about what they call her ‘behavior’ and sadly they’re blaming the issue on her being friends with me…For people to call out her parenting skills on behalf of her partying ethics is appalling. Britney loves her kids to death, and I know for a fact that it truly hurts her when she sees these cruel things being written about her. She goes home every night to her babies and partying has not come in the way of her parenting. Anyone who has called her out on this should really be ashamed…There are thousands of mothers out there who like to go out and have a good time. But, you do not see people out there calling them ‘bad parents.’ She’s young, and if she wants to go out and have some fun, let her. Just because she does these things does not mean she doesn’t care about her children. For the sake of Britney and her kids, be kind. Love, Paris” “For people to call out her parenting skills on behalf of her partying ethics is appalling.” Never knew “on behalf of” was synonymous with “as a result of”. Did you? As for the Hollywood Ebola effect – check out this fantastic article in Salon sent to me by Christine, written by Rebecca Traister, a brilliant essay on pop culture’s nightmare virus that just won’t die, that only grows and festers and infects and destroys everything and everyone around her. And still she mutates, still she’s given opportunities to linger, despite being a racist and a public pisser and a public puker and the whorest of whores, the skankiest of sluts, still Paris Hilton is allowed to survive. Indefinitely. Sigh. Perhaps one day, Angelina Jolie will decide to kill her. Something to hope for, non? Source
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