Most of the Australian public would have been notified of the breakup of our little domestic pop princess Delta and her perpetually form fluctuating boyfriend Mark 'the poo' Phillopousus'... It was the headline story on some national news networks which either suggests that news has really gone downhill in the valid information stakes or it was just a slow news day... Gossip flys left and right concerning this but the only thing that gained my attention was the involvement of that wonderful innocent little kid, Ms Paris Hilton. Being the good darling she is, she has taken young Mark under her wing for consolence after this breakup offering emotional support for the young boy as well as the prospect of multitudes of hot dirty sex.
It seems like Paris is copping the brunt of the public, a general dissapproval for her ways which I can only feel the need to defend. Paris doesn't possess many things, beauty being one of them, class and glamour the other notables but she does possess things which just make her so entertaining... fantastic wealth and truckstop whore tendancies. And with those 2 things, you can't possibly go wrong in the quest to make yourself a permanent fixture on the entertainment gossip pages. She's provided many things to the community, the realisation for the average guy that insanely rich girls do sleep around.... a lot. And these girls also have other insanely rich and attractive friends who also sleep around.... a lot. They provide entertainment, they aren't here to save humanity, to enrich the lives of everyone they come across, or to even provide something constructive to society. They are here so we have something to talk about at the bar with our mates. They are here so when you search for 'celebrity porn videos' on google, you just don't get results for Pamela and Tommy. They are here so the entertainment gossip mags have something to write about. The Jackson 5 were the entertainment pinnacle.. the funk supergroup.. but we now have the next generation. Hilton, Reid, Ritchie and Lohan... the renegade supergroup... but this quartet isn't about funking.
They are cheap entertainment and I'm yet to see that as a bad thing... because when you see that girl in a micro-mini denim skirt, a top 4 sizes too small than it should be and wearing uggboots, at least you can now describe her, noting that 'she has less class than Paris'. We had the Claudia's, the Elle's and the Cindy's... but that was all about trying to find the mark upon where to judge glamour, class and beauty... but we never produced the other end of that scale... and now we have the definitive mark upon where to judge.
