I woke up this morning with Paris Hilton’s single running through my head. This is discouraging in and of itself, but what’s worse is I spent a good portion of my morning routine thinking about the song. It’s pleasantly ironic, I think, that a young woman widely regarded as America’s Whore chooses to spend the entire three minutes and fifty-four seconds of her first music video writhing around half-naked on a beach singing a song — a damn catchy song, if we’re all being honest — about how stars are blind.
