I am deriving enormous amusement from seeing Paris Hilton, once again, allow something very private to find itself spread to every corner of the internet. I guess the sex tape wasn't really her fault, and neither was T-mobile getting pwned (again!), but somehow she just seems to attract calamity. The thing with the sex tape was that there were just two people on it, and the non-Paris participant is the one who released it onto the internet in the first place... so the only loser was... Paris. So there's some grounds for pity there, I suppose, and if she wasn't such a self-absorbed clod I might feel bad about it.
The T-mobile hack, on the other hand, released Paris' entire collection of phone numbers and email addresses to the world at large. And since she's only interested in people if they are rich, famous, or well hung, most of those contacts I imagine are closely guarded secrets (for instance, she makes references to so-and-so's rich daughter's wedding, etc.). So last night, when it all went public and the poor souls like Vin Diesel and Fred Durst were probably getting prank calls all night from losers all across america... all eyes once again turned to Paris.
This time, people weren't saying "what posessed you to let your steakhead boyfriend make a porno tape with you in it?" Every single celebrity who Paris Hilton has ever sucked up to climb another rung on the social ladder is cursing her name as the total waste of air that she is. This time, they're all saying "what possessed me to give you my contact information??" Maybe it was that tape...
Of course, the winner in all of this is... the rest of us.
I feel bad for the numerous people who are probably now going through the huge annoyance of changing their phone numbers and email addresses. I hope that this causes some kind of backlash against Paris... if I were in that address book (she must have written my number down on paper or something), I'd be pissed at her. Since her only capital is social status... if all or even most of these people resent her for it... then she falls. And then I won't have to hear about her dumb ass anymore.
The moral of this story is that: all the money in the world and fancy social climbing doesn't make you any smarter, Paris. You're still an idiot and now a bunch of your friends probably hate you. And I'm amused. Thanks.
The Drudge Report article (ugh, I'm still scrubbing myself under a cold shower for actually going to that site) mentioned that someone "had given her my number, but I didn't think she'd actually put it in her phone." Makes me want to be whoever at T-Mobile sets celebrity pricing numbers for voice-dial features. This, and chihuahua traps, and going to be increasingly popular in the next few days.
Yeah I noticed that comment as well. I hope that person never actually... calls anyone's cellphone. There seems to be a fundamental misunderstanding here about where the problem lies. Granted, I just bitched at length about Paris... but of course the fault is really with T-mobile on this one.
I argue that the problem is really with the social culture of America. There are countless masses of people scrambling to get the contact information of people who have done nothing more notable than acting or singing, in most cases.
Acting? Singing? I'd go nutty for a chance to talk with Charles Townes or Kofi Annan (or Chomsky, but only because it would crack me up)...but Christina Aguilera? Seriously.
Hey I couldn't agree more. Right now I have to restrain myself from calling Pauly Shore. One because he's such a hideous tumor on the face of modern entertainment, but also because he's one of those people who is famous not because he has done something notable, but because most people are idiots and will crowd around a familiar persona. Looking at the demographic of people who have elevated people like Shore (and Hilton, for that matter) to where they are... it makes me see them as figureheads for that segment of humanity, one I have very little respect for. SO why not call them and make their life more miserable? They represent a caste that annoys me everyday.
Has-beens are fantastic fun, though. I'd get a great kick out of spending some quality time with Shore, Jaleel White, or the guy that played Balky on Perfect Strangers.
There's something really genuine about exhausting your 15 minutes of fame with nothing to show for it but a bad coke habit and a stack of contracts that typecast you into the only role you've ever been famous for. A++++!
Well, I'd just like to give some props to whoever phreaked her phone in the first place, I mean wow, nice job! But anyway, I do feel bad for whoever is getting pranked now.
By the way Mouser, great site, looks nice, and the photography is the best I've ever seen (I havn't really that much though). This is my first time on this site.
Hmmm... regarding Charlie Townes [attn: Milkman], you really shouldn't give that much to talk to him. He's a bit of a powertool, and looks exactly like Humpty Dumpty. Wears his pants up in his armpits. Also somewhat annoying to talk to -- or rather, to be talked at by. J.D. Jackson, on the other hand, is kind of cool -- but he's 50% shorter than you think. Also I've seen him naked (bad experience, don't ask).
I wear my pants up to my armpits. Mouser has proof.
It's true. I have proof.