Yesterday TMZ reported that Paris Hilton was consulting with some kind of eastern styled guru named Maxie Santillan (which, as a name, really just reeks of ethnic authenticity) – in front of the press cameras of course – and I thought, “Well, gosh. Here she is again flogging the old “I’m deep” routine.” Well, deep or changed or something. Turns out he’s just some actor. Big freaking deal. (The photo above is of him with Johnny Depp on the set of Pirates of the Carribean which he was in, evidently playing himself.)
After coming out of prison she’s flopped out of a bit of implied emotional depth every now and then – whenever she could be bothered to come up with something the press would buy. There was the trip to Africa that never happened, her involvement with the drunk elephant prevention group that didn’t happen, the interest she said she had in helping women in prison that hasn’t yielded anything, and her involvement in Kabbalah which clearly meant nothing beyond a red string bracelet. All of these are efforts that sounded great in the press but amazingly enough didn’t go anywhere. I’m so freaking shocked!
So, here we have her visiting a guru and now today, TMZ reveals that Paris’s guru is just some actor who is playing the role. He even has a myspace account. I’m not sure what the problem is with this though.
While it’s pretty much a given that her consulting with a guru (complete with long beard and flowing robes) is intrinsically linked to her desperate need for publicity at all times – what works for Paris Hilton is that she’s mentally vague and physically obsessed with herself enough to never have enough conscious understanding of the full extent of just how pointless and empty she really is. If she were even an iota more self aware she’d probably have a debilitating nervous breakdown. I mean, anyone would if they realized they alone were the physical embodiment of only the most vapid and soul destructive components of American culture. That’s why she was the zeitgeist for such a long time. Because she was entitled enough and unaware enough to pull it off.
Consequently, why would she need a real guru (if such a thing even exists anyway)? All she really wants is a mirror. I mean, if some actor wants to dress up and sit there and spew Oprah-esque spiritual advice one liners at her for money or for VIP access to some club like Les Deux or wherever the hell the LA douchebags go then who gives a shit? It probably works out for all involved. [source]