From time to time, some of my readers ask my thoughts on pop culture topics. Enough of you have wondered about my take on Paris Hilton to warrant this post.
But be forewarned: I don’t care if anyone agrees with me. In fact, I am aware that many of you may not, and that’s cool. But you asked - and I’m answering.
Let’s start with the pre-mass hysteria Paris Hilton. Before her infamous filmed escapades, before the paparazzi rampage…before every wiggle of Paris’ toe was photographed and reported.
Keep in mind that this entire post is about the Pre-Prison Paris. As for the whole jail debacle, I’m not touching that topic with a ten-foot laptop.
When Paris first came into public awareness, I noticed even then that she was the girl that folks loved to hate. She hadn’t even done anything yet and she was getting the
evil eye! You know, “Hate the rich girl just ’cause she’s rich.”
Well, I didn’t hate her then, and I still don’t now.
You should know that I don’t keep up on Paris Hilton gossip. I wasn’t even aware that Paris was thrown in jail and then got a quickie “Get Out of Jail Free” card until my mother and my aunt called me on the phone to give me play-by-play details.
I don’t care about such tomfoolery. I’m too busy blogging about diamonds, philanthropy and cookies to care about much else. 
I think what eats people up inside the most about the woman is the fact that she was born into luxury, without exerting one ounce of effort - not even attending college -
to attain it.
I mean, let’s face it. Paris Hilton has never had to:
1. Stand in the office elevator on Monday morning and have her most loathed coworkers ask her in unison, “Did you have a good weekend?” - to which Paris is expected to reply - “I did. The weekend could have been longer, though!” You know the office culture script.
2. Sit at her desk at work when suddenly Porky Pam races to her desk and squeals with glee, “Paris, meet us in the break room at 12:45… Suzie made LEMON SQUARES!”
Oh joy.
3. Have a micro-managing, OCD supervisor nibble on her nerves by handing her a project, checking up on her progress five minutes later…then seven minutes after that adds a few more outrageous requests…then asks if she’s almost finished… “Oh yeah, and one more thing…”
No, my friends, none of the above will ever be a part of Paris’ sphere.
You, on the other hand, have to go to a job you hate tomorrow - and Paris doesn’t.
ACCEPT IT.
I know I’m supposed to be jealous of Paris Hilton with the rest of society, but I’m not. Other than writing this blog entry, Paris never crosses my mind. I truly don’t understand why people put such intense focus on disliking her…even before her
party girl days, the video, and the drunk driving.
Here’s a tip: if you don’t like a celebrity, DON’T FOCUS ON THEM. Shake it off, and move along. It really is that simple.
Didn’t you say you have a life?
My only complaint about Paris Hilton is her chihuahua Tinkerbell. I hate skinny, ugly dogs. Get a cat.