Thursday, June 7, 2007
Why doesn't my daddy build hotels?
I admit I like to keep tabs on what the celebrities are doing, not in an obsessive, I-wanna-be-just-like-you-or-at-least-get-a-personalized-autograph kind of way, but I like to see how the other half lives and just how non-real it can get. I am much more interested in some celebrities than others, and I will often peruse the People website and pick a select few stories to read as I chew my peanut butter sandwich at lunch. Paris Hilton is one of the ones that is, in general, completely uninteresting to me. Completely. In fact, on one of my bad days, the attention she gets shakes my faith in our society's ability to value what goes on in the world. I realize the irony is that I am now talking about her and paying attention to her shenanigans. However this story makes me so angry. WTF?! Medical problem MY ASS! She's just rich and, thus, powerful and able to weasel her way out of any situation remotely connected, or potentially connected, to the average person's life. And I'm totally against the whole "get tough on criminals" attitude and think often that jail is a really bad solution to most of the problems that result in crime. But to the extent that you were sentenced to jail, I think roaming around in your 10,000+ square foot home after crying for 2 days in a cell is total crap. If I only I could be so lucky as to merit that kind of punishment. Argh.
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Thanks for writing this.
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