Or, is it Paris DOES Time in the Spring!
What is it about Celebutantes like Paris that attracts/repels us, er me?
Is it that I can't believe anyone can really be a) that rich AND b) that dumb?
Or, is it that I just wish I was that rich and "famous"?
A fleeting fame.
The desire for recognition. Even if for being a stupid girl!
I mean ALL of us want to be "known", heard, seen.
We clamour for attention in our families.
I guess money can't buy love... and attention.
So, you become a chaser of media attention.
Wharhol was right. "15 minutes" and gone!
Sometimes I feels sorry for the gal.
Other times I just want to smack her upside the head and shout, "GROW THE FUCK UP!"
But, then maybe I'm just talking to the Paris in me.
