January 29, 2005
Just because you are stuck in storage networking is no excuse to be mean to svelte, successful Paris Hilton. Pathetic. But such is the sheep-like morality of ressentiment. And I do not blame Paris in the slightest for (allegedly) making off with that dvd, the existence of which was theft in the first place.
Despite the haters, season three of The Simple Life is off to a promising start with the travails of helping out in auto-repair ("Which one's the engine?") and the snake-pit existence of ad agency internships. That Paris and Nicole are vanguardist intellectuals of heroic resistance via "la perruque" is made obvious in the facial expressions of ad agency types so possessed with rage at photocopier misuse and slightly misplaced mail that they have forgotten, or do not care, that their little tyrannies will be televised.
Posted by Ghost of a flea at January 29, 2005 09:55 AM
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And I thought this post was about Nicole's obvious faux hair extensions! Perruque...wig...get it?
Oh, never mind.
Posted by: Rue at January 31, 2005 12:02 AM