Paris in the Spring Time

Or, is it Paris DOES Time in the Spring!

What is it about Celebutantes like Paris that attracts/repels us, er me?

Is it that I can’t believe anyone can really be a) that rich AND b) that dumb?

Or, is it that I just wish I was that rich and “famous”?

A fleeting fame.

The desire for recognition. Even if for being  a stupid girl!

I mean ALL of us want to be “known”, heard, seen.

We clamour for attention in our families.

I guess money can’t buy love… and attention.

So, you become a chaser of media attention.

Wharhol was right. “15 minutes” and gone!

Sometimes I feels sorry for the gal.

Other times I just want to smack her upside the head and shout, “GROW THE FUCK UP!”

But, then maybe I’m just talking to the Paris in me.