Waking up to see the photo of her all distressed made my day! Serve your time...no special treatment! I can't believe they let her out in the first place!!
So what's this about? I couldn't find any distressed-looking pics of paris
I am so bumbed! If you look at this photo closely you'll see that she is already getting a "reception". Party, party, party. Is that all this girl ever does?
I heard that they made the sentence shorter b/c of overcrowding. There are a lot of folks there, I have no doubt.
To my understanding, she's in a section of the jail where they keep celebs and "special" prisoners. There are about 12 - 14 rooms which hold 2 inmates per room. She has a room of her own and, at the moment, does not have any other inmates in her section.
I heard that they made the sentence shorter b/c of overcrowding. There are a lot of folks there, I have no doubt.
To my understanding, she's in a section of the jail where they keep celebs and "special" prisoners. There are about 12 - 14 rooms which hold 2 inmates per room. She has a room of her own and, at the moment, does not have any other inmates in her section.
'Special'... euphemistically?
You don't have to wonder why there are no other inmates in her section... by mutual consent!
Lyrics From Lifestyles of the Rich and the Famous By Good Charlotte
Last verse was quite aposite, but glad to see some justice has been done
Always see it on TV
Read in the magazines
Celebrities who want sympathy
All they do is piss and moan
Inside the Rolling Stone
Talking about
How hard life can Be
I'd like to see them spend a week
Living life out on the street
I don't think they would survive
If they could spend a day or two
Walking in someone else's shoes
I think they'd stumble and they'd fall
They would fall...
Fall...
Lifestyles of the rich and the famous
They're always complainin'
Always complainin'
If money is such a problem
Well they got mansions
Think we should rob them
Did you know if you were famous
You could kill your wife
But there's no such thing as twenty-five to life
As long as you've got the cash to pay for Cochran Did you know if you were caught
And you were smoking crack
McDonalds wouldn't even wanna take you back
You could always just run for mayor of D.C.
leave the little girl alone you have no idea to be brought up like she was
she has no sense of the real world any more then yu have sense of her world so cut it
leave the little girl alone you have no idea to be brought up like she was
she has no sense of the real world any more then yu have sense of her world so cut it
Shoot man I got a very real sense of her world.
Paris: Daddy can I have a Ferrari?
Daddy: Sure baby anything you want.
Paris: Daddy can I have my birthday party in Rome?
Daddy: Sure baby anything you want.
She on the other hand is finally getting a taste of the world I live in.
Paris: Do I have to go to jail?
Judge: Hell yes you do!
She is a child of privilege but that does not mean she gets to live by different rules than I do.
leave the little girl alone you have no idea to be brought up like she was
she has no sense of the real world any more then yu have sense of her world so cut it
Shoot man I got a very real sense of her world.
Paris: Daddy can I have a Ferrari?
Daddy: Sure baby anything you want.
Paris: Daddy can I have my birthday party in Rome?
Daddy: Sure baby anything you want.
She on the other hand is finally getting a taste of the world I live in.
Paris: Do I have to go to jail?
Judge: Hell yes you do!
She is a child of privilege but that does not mean she gets to live by different rules than I do.
An article I found on news24.com - sums it all up really...
The sound of no hands clapping
The now famous and much gloated over photograph of a wailing Paris Hilton being escorted back to jail last week has become the modern equivalent of Evard Munch's iconic expressionist painting The Scream.
Munch's work, completed in 1893, has come to be understood as a representation of human existential angst. Now one hesitates to venture into such deep territory when dealing with the global phenomenon that is Paris Hilton.
However, I'm willing to wager my entire vintage Kid Colt collection that that is exactly what happened to the heiress when she found herself in jail recently serving a 23-day sentence on a drunken driving charge.
Now, briefly, for those of you who might not be aware of the biggest news story, outside of the war in Iraq; after only three days in solitary confinement, Paris Hilton's lawyers, claiming that she suffered from some sort of medical condition, managed to get her transferred from jail back to her Hollywood Hills home.
A few days later a judge overruled the decision and sent the world-famous-for-nothing heiress back to the slammer.
It was then that the photo of the weeping 26-year-old was taken through the opaque window of the sheriff's cruiser. This shortly after she had wailed, "Mom, it's not right".
The worst thing is herself
Currently languishing in the special section of the Twin Towers Correctional Facility, Paris Hilton might find the venue a little less daunting than solitary confinement.
Because the worst thing Paris Hilton faced in solitary confinement was herself.
With nothing to distract her - no paparazzi, no fans, no media, no hangers-on, no mommy and daddy - she was compelled, possibly for the first time in her life, to look inwards. And it was not a pretty sight. In fact there were no sights at all.
Without the media to reflect her back to herself she found, horror of horrors, that she did not exist at all.
I am convinced that poor Paris - a high-school drop-out born to parents rich beyond belief and who lived a sort of virtual life - faced a void so deep, so silent, so black, so empty and so meaningless that it did indeed result in "an undisclosed medical condition", as her lawyer politely put it.
So who's to blame for poor Paris?
Her parents for raising her without considering the need for some sort of balance? Paris herself for being a figment of her own imagination? The media for making billions using her to distract us from the real issues of the day? Readers who can't seem to get enough of her? Tinkerbell the Chihuahua?
Maybe all of the above with the exception of the midget dog.
The best thing that could happen to Paris Hilton and perhaps in turn her million of young fans across the world, is that she (and they) will realise it is not enough just to be "rich and famous".
Rattling a brain cell
Hopefully it will rattle her brain cell enough to set off some sort of natural cerebral chain reaction that will, in turn, inspire her to work on something other than those things access to a limitless supply of money can buy.
Perhaps the phenomenal financial success of websites like YouTube, MySpace and Facebook, can be attributed in part to a global youth culture that dreams and yearns for - at the expense of everything else - the kind of vacuous fame and fortune Paris has.
Sure it's also about creating social networks but these will only truly have significance and meaning - beyond the billions they rake in for the owners that is - when young people begin to use them to effect change to the world we live in. For now, it all just feels like a global peep show for needy exhibitionists trapped in a hall of mirrors.
With no real input there can be no output. And the thing is, as Paris so painfully discovered - nature hates vacuum. It needs either to be filled, or it will be destroyed.
I already started warming the bath for her - and put a bottle of wine to cool. Her getting out is much more exiting then the time Clint Eestwood got out of Alcatraz.
I already started warming the bath for her - and put a bottle of wine to cool. Her getting out is much more exiting then the time Clint Eestwood got out of Alcatraz.
hmmm..........
you are either employed by the Hilton family, or really need to get a life :)
