Tuesday, May 08, 2007

 

It is such a thin line between reality and parody...

The whole cult of celebrity in this country is kind of stupid in a very specific way. There is a bizarre media process through which people with a particular type of talent (acting, singing) are held out as heroes, in a way which rarely relates to the truly heroic things people do-- risk their life for their country, care for a family, pursue a vocation others won't consider.

However, I think some people (ie Celebrity Luvr and Ms. CL) wade into this stuff with a certain wry interest, the way others might want to see tornadoes or car racing. They aren't looking for heroes, but for the crash and burn.

That's not the case with the people circulating this petition seeking to "free Paris Hilton." Or is it? What do you think, are they serious or mocking?

Comments:
The sad thing is that I think they're serious. If I were the judge, I wouldn't hesitate to give jail time to a person on probation for DUI who subsequently has been cited three times for driving with a suspended license. And I probably would've given more time than the judge did.

Paris' attitude is one shared by many our age: I should be able to do everything I want to do, and any attempt to get in my way is the true offender.

I'm sick of the Paris Hiltons of the world, whether famous or not.

It's time to grow up.
 
It's serious. She's linked it to her myspace: http://blog.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.view&friendID=6459682&blogID=261878274&MyToken=343cd5ce-0b8b-4f8b-8e90-d06cfd293f25
 
I actually think they are mocking her. There is a fine line between satire and serious, and I think these people are making fun of Paris. Of course, if they were to mention her achievements in porn, I'm sure the Governator would give her a pardon. My personal opinion, which matters for very little, is that she should be locked up: no make up, cellphones or designer clothes. Perhaps being a real person for 45 in stir will remind her of her personal responsibility as a citizen. Maybe Robert Downey Jr. could share his testimoney with her?
 
I think she is just soooo just... whatever NOT INTERESTING if they gave her a life sentence, or three days I would not even notice. The last time I looked she was carrying a purse that costs like $20K HELLO????

lock her up whatever She has like NO effect on the world as far as I can see.
 
Do Donnie Davis and his doppelganger have anything to say about this?
 
When should we expect to see Tydwbleach's blog?? House explosions, culpable public utilities, oversized dogs? It's a trial lawyer's dream!
 
I can't access the petition, but I've never understood why Paris Hilton is a celebrity anyway, except that her last name is Hilton. Is that all there is?

Yeah, I vote for Tyd's celebrity-hood. Maybe you should start a talk show, Tyd.
 
Tyd is sort of the antithesis of Paris, (A real loving family vs Paris' weird family, intelligent and funnny vs Paris' dumb and snobby, Riley vs Tinkerbell!).

We should lobby Fox for a reality series with Tyd, it would be much more exciting.
 
If it becomes a tv show, can they blow up the house again?
 
yeah that would be an interesting reality show... much more so than The Osbournes hahahahaha

I think the show would be divided into sort of chapters... like an endless montage of Bill looking for his wallet... and both of us looking for Spencer's shoes, and the dog;s leash and the whole What's for dinner thing every day. Tonight I went to the Mom's tea at preschool.

First of all my house was blown up and I wish that could ba an excuse for the way I looked, except I looked this weird BEFORE my house blew up. I am in a transition period I think. Today I went to the mom's tea in a wrinkled lime green shirt, and sandals and a skirt. I had a band aid holding my glasses together. I had this crazy hair because I have crazy hair anyway but also because I spent half of the day in a dealership, and the other half rummaging through my former belongings. I wish Bill could have attended instead of me. BUT he could not because he paid his dues this AM on the Nature walk where they found a striped slug AND a dead mole (BONUS!!!)

SO: Here I am with all of the Beautiful People Moms, and I mean they are really polite but I know they were like Uhmmm ever heard of a COMB??? Btu they were all really nice and all wanted all of the gory details of the explosion which I am not at all tired of talking about so was only too happy to recount yet again. Oh and I found our preschool has a kid that has two moms - and they were both really nice and I mean I hate to sound like an idiot but I have hardly ever met one of those gay couples that I did not like you know? And their kid is incredibly nice and he is good friends with Spencer. Spencer had cake ALLLL over himself - I think Donut just wiped it all over him... So I survived the mom's tea AND the parent teacher conferences. Spencer does not need therapy, just a little harder work on potty training, table manners, using his words (whatever the heck that means) and less time with Donut.


Teacher Gina also invited us to volunteer at the school if we wanted to, and I was like uhmmmm yeah that is a really great offer..... but uhhmmm no.

I mean and what is up with those little tiny chairs??? Do they not know when they invite like 30 moms to the school that they might not want to sit on the teeny weeny chairs?? But we all did and I mean you know I survived.

and I could |NEVER have my own blog Who the hell would read it? and what would I do but just whine about my insane life.. yikes. I need mayor Mc Cheese's blog just to stay sane.
 
Oh PS did you ever say something that you knew was funny and like no one really got it and you just got that sort of blank stare thing??

It happened to me tonight.... at the mom's tea.SO I was looking all wacky and a few of them say like "Oh so you are Spencer's mom!!!" And i was like "yeah but right now I am looking more like Spencer's crazy Aunt."

and they totally were like HUH??? THUD I mean that was sort of funny right?

It reminded me of like 2 days after the explosion and my friends Siri and Steve came to the hotel and took us out to dinner. They dropped off their son Travis at the hotel and Siri's mom babysat for the two kids while all of us went out to eat sans kids.. it was a nice thing to do and Siri's mom is really funny and cool. I like her a lot, most of the time... SO I said to her as we were leaving... "Okay so now there are a lot of snacks in the kitchen. Have fun. And don't call boys."

and I swear she was like HUH? Why would I call boys I am married and I mean she like did not say a thing about it but she was just she had THE FACE you know? later I asked Siri if she thought her mom got what I said and she was like NO!! she totally didn;t and we both laughed.

Then that SAME NIGHT we took our rented Chrysler Pacifica to the restaurant and Siri and Steve came in our car BUT half the back seat was taken up by Spencer's Car Seat. So Siri sat in the middle row and Steve was in the WAAAAY back in that weird third row jump seat thing and he said " Its kind of small back here, and he was like sitting there with like his knees up around his ears and stuff and I said, " Its okay, Steve, we'll get you a juicebox." and YET AGAIN... I mean BLANK FACE TAT time everyone else laughed but Steve was like HUH?

Am I the only one this happens to?
 
Dear Tyd,
That sort of thing happens to me all the time with my own extended family. They not only don't know what to do with a Medievalist, but they don't get my jokes either. They find it weird that I speak another language, am married to a foreigner, and that I like to live in Spain. And after a haircut I look like Uncle Fester. Good luck, btw, with the blown up house thing. I know a 12 step plan for Donut if that helps.
 
Tyd,
I would read your blog! You are a shot of espresso in a "mom's tea" kind of world, keep the posts coming...we get you!

To the Medievalist-
Lawyers get the same thing with our families, but we probably deserve it.

And the Pacifica should have its "third row seat" outlawed for adult use, the head room is like the rearend room on those teeny gradeschool chairs.
 
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