Paris: Pied Piper of partying

You know, here you have Heath Ledger, a talented upcoming actor, starring in bold and innovative roles in soon to be classic movies such as "Brokeback Mountain" and "Monster's Ball" and he dies accidentally.

Then you have Paris Hilton, who has no talent, no sense of being, and just plain a waste of air that we breathe, and the press allows her to live...PURPOSELY. I think if she would have died accidentally, the world would finally sing with joy; " Happy Days are Here Again".

Go figure!

Give me a break Hollywood. Reinvent yourself, and create and report something worth someones integrity. I mean gossip columns and fascinations of people like Cher, Liz Taylor, Warren Beatty etc...were and are different. These people WORKED in movies, stage and television.

What in TARNATIONS has Paris done? This is even a new low for you, Hollywood gossip wolves. Louella Parsons and Hedda Hopper would turn over in their graves to see what has become of the Hollywood gossip world. At least they-back in the day- reported on celebrities that WORKED in the entertainment field. That was the thread that fascinated the working-class people and the people in the entertainment business. They both worked.

This is why the average blue collared American cannot identify themselves with a politician or people like the Hiltons and Kennedy's whose Americanisms mean they don't have to lift a finger. Well finger this, Paris!

I saw Paris' movie. You'll be surprised. She's the next Jennifer Hudson and is going to sweep all the major awards in 2009 including Best Actress at the Oscars.

Now, somebody please unlock the doors and let me out. We have a post-valentines day dinner at the hospital cafeteria.

PARIS GROW THE HELL UP AND ACT YOUR OWN AGE. YOU ARE WORSE THEN BRITNEY. GOING OUT 24 HOURS AND GET DRUNK AND HAVE A HANG OVER EVERYDAY. I GUESS THE LAW DIDN'T CATCH UP TO YOU AGAIN. IT WILL SOON WHEN YOU GO BEHIND THE WHEEL AND GET YOURSELF DRUNK AND GET LOCKED UP IN JAIL AGAIN. I GUESS YOU'LL NEVER LEARN YOUR LESSON ABOUT DRINKING ALCOHOL IN YOUR LIFE.

Okay people: The joke is ON YOU!

You have this no talent "Hilton" person entertaining in clubs in Vegas? You are paying to see a HILTON who does not need the money and is taking all you idiots for a ride and have made the stupid public her TOYS.

Go to comedy-clubs and support future and up and coming talents. Go see Cher, Wayne Newton..etc and at least you know your spending good money for good talent. Or go to your closest slot machine, lose the 50 dollar ticket you paid to see this sorry piece of dirt "entertain.

Oh yes, as you regret spending money to see no talent OR you feel part of "history" because you witnessed Paris trying to entertain, know this...whether she's successful or not, she HAS HER HOTEL, one of many. YOU, well lost out on 50 bucks (or whatever) to someone who doesn't even give a damn about you "gotta go back to work on Monday".

Now I'm not trying to be sarcastic, gentlemen, but how many men do you think Paris has slept with? I mean, think about it? Beautiful, no doubt. But any man when buying a car checks the mileage first (knowing that it is used). Judging by how much mileage the car has is how much a man "really" cares for the car. My observation, Paris has her own interstate highway.

Mr and Mrs. Hilton, are you people not advocates for "pro-choice". By the looks of things, you made the wrong choice and you both allowed this fetus to live and developed into this ! My question, and the world's question is, WHY?

Paris who...?

It's a sad state of affairs when there is nothing better to do than follow Paris Hilton around. Are they waiting for her next fragrance?? I think that would be #5. Sure, she's in another movie and it probably deserves to be burned, not watched, but that's not the point. How we have let this girl who just HAS to have publicity have that publicity is beyond me. As a previous poster said, spend your money on real talent... someone who could need the money.

Maybe the media should cross the line the way they have with Britney Spears, forcing Paris to crack up, too. Sure, she'd enjoy the publicity.... to a point.

She has like a hex over the paparazzi. It's like she's the plantation owner in the pre-Civil War South, and the camera men are the plantation workers - without a choice.