Reading what pops up on the front pages of Yahoo! and AOL, it's not hard for me now to see why so many people around me seem to have such a skewed notion of love and relationships. I'm far from perfect, but the one thing I know how to do is separate fiction from reality, something that seems to elude even the most dogged of people.
I opened Yahoo! today to see that Paris Hilton's new reality show, "The World According to Paris," (because clearly no better name was available) has been panned by critics for only portraying the famous-for-being-famous star in a worse light than before (a real accomplishment in itself). But after reading some of the reviews, even I got curious enough to check it out. The result was a humorously abysmal show masquerading as a true piece of in-depth art.
Amongst the things that floored me though (and trust me, there were oh so many), was the Hilton heiress's notion of positive relationships and love. Watching her bitch and moan while she dug herself deeper into a hole with her current squeeze (Cy is his name, I think) was as depressing as it was funny. Hilton's excuse to her new boyfriend for texting a guy that she'd hook up with him: just to lead him astray so he'd go away and leave her alone. But things got even better when she tried explaining to her bf that it was no big deal. It seems like the age-old traditions of honesty and apology are too ancient for the air-head heiress, as even the dumbest of kids would know that's no way to get out from under the grindstone. The only thing you'll do is end up with a metaphorical shovel waist-deep in a hole full of shit.
I digress though. It scares me a little that someone with so much at their disposal is such a lead-head, but it gives me hope that when others see how her skewed notions of love are blowing up in her face, but the people with the real brains watching won't be so quick to replicate her in their everyday lives. Only time will tell, but here's to hoping.
I opened Yahoo! today to see that Paris Hilton's new reality show, "The World According to Paris," (because clearly no better name was available) has been panned by critics for only portraying the famous-for-being-famous star in a worse light than before (a real accomplishment in itself). But after reading some of the reviews, even I got curious enough to check it out. The result was a humorously abysmal show masquerading as a true piece of in-depth art.
Amongst the things that floored me though (and trust me, there were oh so many), was the Hilton heiress's notion of positive relationships and love. Watching her bitch and moan while she dug herself deeper into a hole with her current squeeze (Cy is his name, I think) was as depressing as it was funny. Hilton's excuse to her new boyfriend for texting a guy that she'd hook up with him: just to lead him astray so he'd go away and leave her alone. But things got even better when she tried explaining to her bf that it was no big deal. It seems like the age-old traditions of honesty and apology are too ancient for the air-head heiress, as even the dumbest of kids would know that's no way to get out from under the grindstone. The only thing you'll do is end up with a metaphorical shovel waist-deep in a hole full of shit.
I digress though. It scares me a little that someone with so much at their disposal is such a lead-head, but it gives me hope that when others see how her skewed notions of love are blowing up in her face, but the people with the real brains watching won't be so quick to replicate her in their everyday lives. Only time will tell, but here's to hoping.
