This bitch has been contemplating.
An exploration of the Paris Hiltonification of society…
This bitch is disturbed by Paris Hilton. She is a frightening occurrence to me. There have been wanna-be it girls before…certainly heiresses gone bad before…but something about the dawn of the Paris Hilton era has a disturbing texture and tone.
Paris is rich…beyond rich…super duper ‘oh shit, that chick is rich’ rich. The best of everything was at her disposal at birth. Yet, Paris Hilton presents as a vapid throw back to the dark ages. She indulges in a media obsessed star fucking lifestyle that used to be the province of those who aspired to be super duper rich. In the past, young women would take the Paris Hilton route because they were not rich…and a bitch would always mentally pardon their behavior because there was such tragic desperation behind it.
Yet Paris Hilton lacks that desperation. Rather, there is a cool calculation to her vapidity…a purpose behind that purposeless exterior.
This bitch has begun to view her emergence as an era…the resulting product of years spent demonizing the feminist, the intellectual, the socially concerned and the liberal. Paris Hiltonification is a happening…the embracing of ignorance…the uplifting of blissful disregard…the worship of the Gawd of materialism.
Somewhere…somehow…Paris Hiltonification replaced the meaning seeking that defined my young adult years. It replaced the notion of doing something to make a positive mark on the world. Paris Hiltonification fills that void with grotesque extravagance and anti-intellectualism.
Literature gives way to Confessions of an Heiress.
Health and self confidence gives way to the glorification of woman as an object…slick and lacking substance...gleeful to be paraded before the world on video and in magazines as a thing.
Ambition has morphed into this freak show on international display…an awkward and pathetically desperate dance for attention worthy of Barnum’s sideshow.
Perhaps we are witnessing the birth of a cult of nothing.
Oh, the horror!
Some will say that Paris Hilton has a right to be what she is. Yeah…okay…she has the right to do what ever the fuck she wants to do.
But this bitch isn’t fixated on Paris Hilton so much as what the dawn of Paris Hiltonification means.
It is not that Paris Hilton, as a celebutante, has longevity. In fact, a bitch believes she is teetering on the edge of has been. However, even when Paris Hilton is exposed as irrelevant...when the cameras move from adoration into a Brittany Spears-esque glorification of her as a hot mess walking…even then society will be left with her residue.
The temple will be empty and the guardians of the Cult of Nothing will find a new idol to worship.
Which brings me back to now…to women heatedly debating women 1950’s style over where our 'place' is…to an extremist conservative society that seeks to lift up that 1950’s ideal of womanhood rather than acknowledge what the motherfucking 50’s were really like for women. It brings me back to a society that debates the sanctity of an institution with a 50% failure rate…refuses to address the real threats to traditional marriage all the while pimping a fundamentalist bastardization of religion that has gone so amuck that my heart bleeds for the faith from which it sprang forth like a wild panting beast.
Or maybe Paris Hilton is just another emaciated heiress with a back in the day tired assed hustle and a heart of gold…