I’ve Never Stayed at the Paris Hilton

I’ve Never Stayed at the Paris Hilton

I’m ashamed to admit that I’ve actually seen part of that Paris Hilton tape. H.E. and I watched a little bit of it on his computer when curiousity finally got the best of us after he had received his 100th Paris spam.

There was nothing spectacular about it except that one of the two people featured on the tape was a famous-for-being-rich-and-famous trust fund blond silver-spoon-fed baby, whose eyes glowed demon red in the low light of the video. She and her boyfriend didn’t even have much finesse with each other in bed; they mostly moved around a lot, trying to get certain parts of their bodies in the shot, and neither of them really looked like they enjoyed themselves as much as they should. But I don’t know. Maybe my standards are high.

I had to wonder, though, why there has been so much hype about this. Is it only because she’s famous for being rich and famous that the news of her video being out there got so much loft? What about all the unknown women out there whose pictures and videos are being disseminated without their consent? Not a single word about them. Not that anyone would care.

It’s like Kobe Bryant’s rape case. Because he’s so famous, every detail of every court session is plastered on the news, whether or not he is guilty. Yet we hear nothing about all the unknown women out there being raped by unknown men, and in the U.S., a woman is raped every 6 minutes.

H.E. says we should find that woman and make sure she doesn’t get raped ever again.

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  1. I have a friend who, when the conversation turns to the plight of women today, quotes stats:

    Friend: "You know? 7% of women in America are battered by their partners. That’s 3.9 million battered women!"

    (Silent musings, some hushed "wow’s", etc.)

    Friend: "Personally, I like to eat mine plain."

    (Awkward silence.)

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