Is it because she's beautiful and we're not? (Come on. Admit it.)
Is it because she is a "have" and we are "have nots?" (Be honest. Admit it again.)
She's beautiful, well connected, rich as hell, picks who she dates, parties when she wants, she make friends with whoever she wants, everyone wants to photograph her, she can always go somewhere and have fans--people who love her or at least worship her--follow her. When she wants solitude she can have that too. And when the the most formidable force on the planet--the law--comes to take her away to pay for her extended youthful bliss, her joyful if unrecognized and and yet still cute transgressions, she can fulfill her obligation to society by serving her sentence from her Hollywood mansion.
We should be emulating her shouldn't we? She should be the model for what WE want to become. Nobody, not even Donald Trump can command the world to do their bidding like Paris Hilton can. She should be our guiding light.
And yet truthfully, honestly, I can't stand her. I'm nauseated at the sight of her ridiculous closed mouth smile on her goopy, pasty, made up mug on TV. She is not charming. She is not beautiful. She's as foul as week old road kill. ("Yeah but given the chance, you KNOW you'd--" Stop. No, I wouldn't. And neither would any other self-respecting man.) She is the picture, the essence, the incarnation of fake.
I don't even like her little rat dog.