I discovered an interesting fact today: a high school classmate of mine is one of the people who got Paris Hilton and Nicole Richie fired from one of their various internship jobs on The Simple Life.
This got me thinking about my relationship with celebrities and gossip. Why do I have any portion of my brain devoted to the exploits of people like Paris Hilton, Pete Doherty, Anna Nicole Smith, Kevin Federline, and Lindsay Lohan (except possibly in the remake of The Parent Trap)? Why are these people famous? Are they known for being anything other than cultural bottom feeders?
I attribute my recent interest in celebrity trivia and gossip to two sources. First is the radio. Mrs. Geek and I have her clock radio alarm set for 6AM. One of her favorite stations happens to provide a round up of the latest celebrity dirt at just after six o'clock. So Mrs. Geek and I are treated to the latest and greatest as we stir from slumber in the morning. The other reason has to be Go Fug Yourself. I first heard the siren call of the contraction "fugly"
sometime in the mid-to-late 1990's. When I discovered that there was a web site dedicated to this word along with daily doses of bitchy celebrity gossip and fashion critique, I could not resist.
So now my brain is polluted. I wish I could become clean and whole again. Could I get that treatment that Jim Carrey got in Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind to remove memories of a particular person in my life? A life without the terms "TomKat" or "Bennifer" seems sweet. Likewise, if I never hear the term Paris Hilton in connection to anything other than a hotel in the capital of France, I think I will count myself lucky. Oh, so lucky.
on 2006-06-01 at 9:02 p.m.
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