Thursday, June 28, 2007

Writing the words “Paris Hilton” has become sort of like being trapped in Honolulu airport for three days at the end of summer when you’re trying to fly out of there on airline companion passes and you simply can’t get out because there are no seats available on any plane at all. They’re playing this rancid Hawaiian lounge music relentlessly and they keep making an announcement about second hand smoke that doesn’t even mean anything anymore because you’ve heard it so many times. It’s just noise and sounds that have lost all meaning. That’s what the words “Paris Hilton” have become. And yet, still we watch. Paris could in fact be a blank canvas upon which millions of people project themselves. Not Mika Brzezinski of MNSBC in the clip below though.

This is fundamentally astounding if a little unhinged and melodramatic.

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