anissaannalise: (paris)
( Jun. 27th, 2007 10:41 pm)
So here's what we know...

1. Paris Hilton is able to read.

2. She recycled platitudes while in prison in her journal... and she's also on the NYT Bestseller's List. Think about that.

3. She has no favorite biblical passage.

4. She needs more concise explication from her handlers & PR people on the finer points of contrition and humility.

5. She has a multi-tiered business built on herself as a "Brand", conducts board meetings yet has a GED, no college background and hasn't a varied and true hold on a wide vocabulary (though she reads tons all the time... Maybe she meant magazines).

6. She & Lindsay must not be friends because she said she has no friends in rehab.

7. She says that her most undesirable characteristic is the way her voice tends to climb and octave (my word obviously, not hers) when she's nervous.

8. She has ADD & severe claustrophobia. Neither of which seem to hinder her in the tiny car she drives or on airplanes... or elevators Possibly she's heavily sedated during those activities.

9. She feels she's made her own name, separate from her family & does not take family money. I suppose she thinks that other women who have GEDs & no college credits are able to brand themselves thusly... *roll eyes* Someone should tell her to acknowledge that her family name is the thing that opened those doors for her in the first place, so that ultimately she is indeed benefitting.

I just want someone to answer one question for me... WHO IN THE SHITTING HELL IS BUYING HER MERCHANDISE?!!!

I won't even go to a Hilton hotel property because I absolutely refuse to contribute any of my hard earned money to that family. She's paid to appear at clubs, clothes & accessories are comped... so who in the world is handing over their money to this woman and more importantly, WHY?!

And for the love of god, can people cease referring to her as a "girl", sweet, bitchy, entitled or otherwise?!

P.S.
Anderson Cooper is my hero. ;)
anissaannalise: (paris)
( Jun. 26th, 2007 07:36 am)
And fully clothed at that!

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That's right, she's out of lockup and free to party again! Oh wait... no... that's behind her now. She's done the self-help & devotional books. She's found god and is a changed woman.

I think she's going to need a whole new set of friends. I don't recall Lindsay, Britney, Nicole or that other girl... (what's her name Sascha?) taking any oaths and making any life altering declarations. Who knows, we could be on the cusp of hearing that charity, church and decorum are "hot". XD

What's next, the in thing being an adult and actually being responsible! WTF?!

IS A WORLD WHERE PARIS HILTON & HER FRIENDS ARE ACCOUNTABLE, RESPONSIBLE & CONTRIBUTORS A WORLD WE WANT TO LIVE IN?!!!!!!!!
If it weren't so cliche it'd be truly hilarious.

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That's right, Paris reportedly has deemed her jail time as a message from God & her chance to cease acting stupid, put her partygirl lifestyle aside and become a proper woman young girls can look up to.

We'll see. ;)

And I just have to ask, do they really let people keep in colored contact lenses when taking a mug shot for jail? You'd think no, because actually knowing the real eye color of a person would be important... but they also let her keep her hair extensions, so I guess it's all good. *roll eyes*
It is surely the result of a complete mental breakdown.

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I've never thought Paris was anything close to "HOT" but I can say she needs every bit of makeup and hair extensions she's usually swathed in. That she allowed herself out in such disrepair is evidence enough of her mentally racked state.

Geez, I can't imagine what kind of flip out she'll experience when she sees these pics after she's stable again. Really not pretty and for the love of god medicate her. That the public had to be subjected to what she really looks like underneath all the accoutrement & cosmetics is possibly the bigger crime.
All I can say is...

WOW!

Kinda' harsh.
I don't know what the hell happens to me whenever I come to California... I watch VH1 Total Access, spend too much time in the sun, drink too much and now I'm transfixed by Parisgate 2007.

WHAT IN THE SHITTING HELL IS WRONG WITH ALL OF US?!!!


I realized that I was too long here when while watching a piece on the news called "Inside Paris' House" done by Extra, I felt sad for her. There were tons of pictures in her place of her posed in what I suppose are glam shots and a few of her with family and friends (but not many), sadder still, one of her on the beach with some guy all splayed out and it was from her music video. It didn't strike me as narcissism on an epic level it seemed way more sad and pathetic... like... oh wow, I can't even remember her name... recently dead, son died, had baby, prior to this was the biggest human disaster featured on E!

Anyway, it struck me as sad like that.

That said, I still think that any woman of 26 years needs to be more together that Paris. Isn't she the oldest one of the crowd she runs with? At least she remembers to put her underwear on before she leaves the house to party.

I think I need to go back down to the Springs. ;)
Yeah... you knew I couldn't let it go.

Frey, Winfrey & Penguin.

The unholy trinity of the written word and proof that a three-way is never a good idea.

As soon as I complete the composition, I'll post it. Hopefully tonight.

;P
Okay, here's the deal... I am poised to "go live" & launch a website named The Wryter Report. It's a webzine about everything. Basically, it's something that I decided to do because I think a really good screed deserves a better home than LJ. That's not a slam, it's just a fact. How many people are on LJ? How many really good posts do you find on a given day? I've read some exceptional posts by friends and often feel that it's a shame the showcase is so limited.

Anyway, if you think you want to submit something, let me know. The following are the categories thus far:

OpEd (because we have so few opinions to share)
Books & Magazines (review)
Moves & Film (review)
TV & DVD (review)
Gaming (though this is currently presided over by sw_fangirl)
Music (I will be shamelessly whoring MCR)
Things We Love Right Now (products & services)
What We're Reading (currently)

I think this goes without saying, but I'll say it anyway... Any & All submissions will remain solely the intellectual property of the Author. The posting of submissions on thewryterreport.com is strictly in the interest of Author and their desire to be heard. There are no contractual obligations between any Author and the site owner (me) and work may be removed at the discretion of either party. There is no fee associated with submitting or having work shown on thewryterreport.com. There is no payment either. I've paid for the hosting & the domain and that's it.

So what are the requirements for being "wryter worthy"? Well, that all depends upon the category into which you wish to submit. OpEd? Have a point & deliver it well. It doesn't have to be funny & I don't have to agree. It only needs to be well written & spell checked. Any of the other categories? Even easier. Who or What. Why or Why Not. Again, it doesn't have to be funny & I don't have to agree. Actually, it'd be best if there were some differing opinions posted. Monoliths are damned boring.

Any questions or comments? wryteme@thewryterreport.com

;P
It's like a Venezuelan snuff film that just won't end...

James Frey appeared on Larry King Live last night, ostensibly to defend the "essential truth" of his non-non-fiction memoir. I'm not quite sure why anyone is referring to it as a memoir any longer. Surely, it has to have happened to be recollected from memory to be written down as a memoir. At the very least, he has to realize that, otherwise he thinks the imaginary friends are real.

Anyway, he's more interested in the "emotional truth" being paramount with his readers. WTF?! As if traveling down Bullshit Artist Boulevard wasn't enough he merged right onto Pull It Out of Your Ass Drive when he said that because it's a memoir "it's an imperfect animal" and "shouldn't be held to the standard of a perfect non-fiction document or newspaper." I clearly missed that classification in Dewey. Hmm... Perfect Non-Fiction as opposed to say, Imperfect Non-Fiction (which is oft mistaken for Fiction by the illiterati). Again I say: WTF?!

Anywho, Larry managed to get Oprah on the telephone for her take on the recent travails of the ho. She pulled a move that would impress the inner Beltway crowd. Dicey like a seasoned politico, she maintained that she still supports Frey because "the underlying message" resonated with her and the multitudes who've had their lives changed. And here's where it becomes art. She didn't disagree when asked if the work would have been better published as fiction. In a distancing motion that would make Abramoff's friends envious, she said that she's "disappointed by the controversy... because I rely on the publishers to define the category the book falls within." Nice. Just like a pimp to disavow the ho when the ho gets busted.

Frey did confirm that he originally shopped the work as fiction. There was still no denial on his embellishment of criminal records/activity & contents of legal documents (which he had, by the way, sealed, just prior to publication). So it's not like he thought he was putting out a true-to-life tell all. And the best point of irony? Page 107 of the paperback edition reads: There is truth and that is all that matters. The truth.

No, Mr. Frey... all that matters is publication, pimp-fic and best-seller status and possibly street-cred. It's not about what happened, it's about what people would want to have happened. Sex it, hype it and cash the check as fast as you can.
Written yesterday...

As I read the newspaper this morning, I found an article entitled Desktop Dining, it's tagline read, "It's Unsanitary, Unhealthy, Unfriendly & We All Do It." I knew I had to read this one. Overall, it was a good read. It touched on the antisocial vulgarity of the act and also the downright vomit inducing numbers of bacteria, germs and flora keeping company on one's desk, keyboard and telephone at any given moment. If, after reading such a thing, one can bring themselves to ingest anything more than a nicely chilled Evian at the desk, they are not only one I am in awe of, they are clearly one of the most revolting and base human beings walking erect (and I mean that in the most positive way possible).

I am one of those people who does not eat anywhere near a computer or a book. It's not because I'm not as busy as everyone else either. I refrain from doing so because frankly, I am quite uncoordinated and realize that the whole event would end disastrously should I have a moment of lunacy and attempt it. I also worked in my alma's library and saw books returned in conditions too nightmarish to recount here. And my father was a computer engineer... so right there, enough said.

But I digress. During lunch I broke open my latest copy of The New Yorker. In Books, Steven Shapin wrote an article entitled Eat & Run. This was also an enjoyable read. The U.S. obesity issue, weight in general, food obsession and fat aversion were covered at length in relation to a new book, The Hungry Years: Confessions of a Food Addict by William Leith.

Mr. Shapin makes the point that eating in the company of others has been on the decline and that solitary eating has contributed to current levels of obesity. The idea being that eating with others sets some parameters and people curb their natural tendency to be openly gluttonous. In effect, because the meal itself has a defined beginning and end one will adjust their consumption to approximate those in company. Of course, it's all relative. We do live in a society where the All-You-Can-Eat buffet is prevalent. Not only is one allowed to be openly gluttonous, it's become a point of advertising.

Don't think that I am against the All-You-Can-Eat establishments. Afterall, this is the United States and if a person wants to stuff themselves to capacity, stagger out and use the parking lot to re-enact the vomitoriums of Ancient Rome, who am I to say they shouldn't. Hell, it may even be a Constitutional right. (Kennedy asked Alito about that yesterday, didn't he?) What I am against is the act of eating in public and to a slightly lesser extent, in the company of others.

This isn't me being antisocial or neurotic. Really. If you ever have occasion and you've been caught on video actually eating, view it and you may never do so again. I have yet to have suffered the indignity, but I have observed others closely for years. In this time, I have determined and maintained that the act of eating is one that should be done in private, as much as possible. Put that on the list of "What Not To Do In Public" next to flossing. Would you sit around a table with friends and family and floss. No, of course not. Then why in the world would you sit around a table and attempt eating and conversation. Only one is classified as an art. They aren't to be done in tandem and the timing never works out perfectly. Ever notice that you lose the ability to chew and swallow efficiently when asked a question while you're eating? That's a hint to the unnaturalness of the activity merge. Don't screw with your CNS any more than you have too. It takes enough of a beating when you're out walking and talking on your mobile phone.

Now, with that said, I do go out to eat. Often. I prefer the privacy of a booth to a table and dim lighting to bright. I will flat out refuse a table in the center of an establishment. Believe me, not only do I wish to limit and if possible diminish the number of people who may see me ingest, I have no desire to see others display their version of mastication. The table is relatively quiet when the food arrives as Sweetie and me are believers in "Eat or Talk". We work well together, that way.

Let me also issue an indictment on the people who eat entire meals while walking down the street. WTF is that? Please, if such an urge strikes you and you can't stave it off, consider that if you lack a perfectly maintained Yogilates physique, you may become one of those sad, faceless creatures the media always captures for stories on the ever increasing waistline in the U.S. Have you noticed how they, more often than not have some item for consumption poised in their hands? I used to think they were shot headless to "protect the innocent". Sure. Right. Not! It's because you can't obtain a waiver with any decent reliability by walking up to them and saying, "Hey, we noticed that you're obese and we're doing this story about the latest article in JAMA. You know the one... it talks about how people like you are expected to die ten years earlier than your fit counterparts and that your health issues will push the cost of healthcare to more extreme heights for the rest of us. Anyway, we were wondering if we could feature you. Whadaya' say?"

I always wonder if any of the headless obese ever recognize themselves. And can you imagine how fucked up that would be? Not only are you fat, you've been used as an example of what not to be... on a national level. That's cringeworthy.

Just a thought or three...
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