Paris Hilton blogged to her fans the other day, to tell them how busy with work she’s been. Now, you guys all know that I was a Paris Hilton fan for approximately 3 minutes, after she did that rebuttal ad to McCain’s commercial. That was genius. But my respect for her was short lived, because, let’s face it, she’s ridiculous. Anyway, try to contain your nausea when you read how different her summer has been from summers past:
“Hope you’re all having a wonderful summer. This is actually the first summer where I didn’t just lounge around in St. Tropez or a private beach somewhere–I didn’t take a vacation this summer because it’s been non- stop work.”
Work, she says. As opposed to lounging in St Tropez or a private beach, which would be her typical summer “vacation.” And I’m sure you’re wondering, as was I, what type of “work” she was busy with. Well, here’s what she says:
“I’ve been shooting the show, editing it, traveling to Europe to promote my handbag line and fragrance, designing my fall collection for my shoes and clothing line, and working in my studio on a new album. So professionally its been a very successful and productive summer. My favorite part of the summer has been the time I’ve gotten to spend on tour with my love Benj 
We always have the best time together and he’s played some shows in some pretty rad places: Orlando for example, so we got to go to Disney World, which is always a blast! He’s such an amazing boyfriend and so talented too…I love watching him perform on stage, so hot! Loves it!”
Let me see if I can translate. She’s been prancing about on camera, telling people which scenes of her show to cut because they make her look wonky-eyed, flying in lavish private jets to fabulous places to hold up bottles of perfume and purses that she didn’t actually design but merely said, “Loves it!” about, singing songs, and going to rock concerts and amusement parks. Am I the only one who doesn’t consider any of those things “work?”
If my “work” was as vacation-filled as Paris, I might get tired of all the jet setting. But it would take more than a summer to get bored with it or consider it real work.
It’s also hard work laying on your back with your leggs in the air all the time.
Thanks, now I hate my work even more… and her horrible swimsuit.
well wasn’t she cut off of her grandfather’s money? maybe she finally got the hint that she’s got to “work”, which sounds like it’s got an alternate definition than what we normally mean…
I just know she counts updating her blog as work. Of course, remembering how to type and spell might just BE work.
I’ll bet she was frightened by getting a callus at an early age.
I don’t think she types her own blog. She has someone for that.
I see London, I see Paris, I see sand in someone’s underpants! Love her definition of “work.” Wah.
Ha, you’re correct, Lioness, crotch sand is totally evident!
sbarros, you’re probably right. The blog’s too coherent to have been written by her.