Me? I’d rather be called a loser than a slut. But in Paris Hilton’s world, being called a Loser is worse than being poor. And this is exactly what Page Six has implied. Paris was apparently in full spread at the Playboy Mansion Halloween party the other night, surrounded by her Skank Brigade, cheered on by an entourage likely paid to stroke her ego. According to other guests, Paris was pulling her usual horrid groove on top of a table as “her posse of sycophants surrounds her, cheering her, as most people groan. This is really getting old." Read that back and play word association. Does the word LOSER come up immediately??? Yes. Exactly. Funny thing is, you read even further and there’s an account of Nicky Hilton at the same party getting groped and pawed by a rather diminutive suitor. Drunk off her heiress ass, Nicky was "being bent over backwards against the stage by a height-challenged young man as she wrapped a leg around his hip and they played tonsil hockey. She later spent an hour crawling under the tables (apparently) looking for a lost purse. When upright, she was stumbling all over . . . as she was fondled everywhere but the bottoms of her feet by the little "dance" partner . . .” Word association: Slut. Loser vs Slut. But for Paris, Slut trumps Loser. Don’t you think she’d much rather it be the reverse? Oh…and while we’re on the subject of Nicky – check her out at the Carousel of Hope event over the weekend. If she’s supposed to be the more stylist one, the fashion designer, the chic chick with the chic chick ideas – you tell me: is this chic or is this tacky? Is this trendy at 23 or gawdfrickinawful at 55? Just asking…