
We've all given Lindsay Lohan a hard time (ok, maybe not you, but me, maybe a lot - I may have done a video in where I dressed like her and cried while singing Bonnie Tyler's 'Total Eclipse Of the Heart'), but now when I hear the news that she may be running out of money, I still don't feel too badly about it.
Paris Hilton's brand of celebrity — privileged, slightly porny princess gone wild — has always annoyed me.
She and Lindsay Lohan seem to have the same marketing plan: make less-than-stunning attempts at a career in television and film and music, follow that up with photos that cement their ability to mimic soft-core porn, semi-regularly make displays of public drunkenness to give people something to look at when they've gotten boring, and then, when they find themselves moving out of the cuteness of their early twenties and their partying starts to make them look pathetic, make claims that they are "working" on "projects".
Maybe Paris Hilton really is "finalizing" a project. Maybe I'm jush jellush.