All this Paris Hilton talk has reminded me of another spoiled brat. She was an old friend of mine and Miss Ellie's. She was very, very dramatic.
The headline above was an actual quote. She emerged from her room, white as a ghost, proclaiming that her arms were falling off her body. For real. We were so taken aback we didn't know how to respond. Finally, "Could we get you a Coke and some Saltines?" I'm not sure if the soda and crackers were responsible, but miraculously her arms remained attached.
She was consistently late paying her rent. One time she received an irate message from her landlord, which really pissed her off. "It's not like he needs the money." She proceeded to write a two-page letter excoriating him for demanding the rent. Later that day she bought a Betsey Johnson dress.
She wasn't much on empathy, either. On the same day her roomie broke up with her longtime boyfriend, said brat responded: "It's been a bad day for both of us." You see, her two-week fling had ended. Six years, two weeks ... it's all the same to the mightily self-absorbed.
I don't know what became of her, but I'm guessing she's feeling victimized at this very moment.
Jordan wrote the book on how to become a wildly popular and successful athlete without demonstrating even the sliver of a public conscience. More to the point, he created a new template for risk-free stardom, whereby involvement in the unruly hurly-burly of the real world is something that a star is not expected to do. Do the public-service ads for the safe issues, but go no deeper into the forces that create those issues in the first place.
I don't expect athletes to be activists, but Jordan was beyond programmed. Same with Tiger Woods.
You are still mad that you couldn't be head cheerleader, aren't you? Well, I didn't have a picnic in school either.
The interesting thing is, by continually belittling me because of your hate for them, you are just joining the ranks of those that continually bullies those that are already subject to other ridicule. I hope that it makes you feel better about that whole popular/cheerleader thing.
Think what you will about me dude, I couldn't care less. We all know why you are so fixated on me anyway. I guess I do find it sort of flattering in a weird way, you know...?