Hotel heiress and mysteriously celebrity-like person Paris Hilton ruined the lives of millions this week with the announcement that in two years’ time, she will retire from whatever the hell it is she does in order to start a family.
Mothers were crying in the streets and children were dumping out bottles of Hilton’s best-selling “Sexpot” children’s bubble bath in protest upon hearing the news, and at least twelve people had to be talked down from ordering extra dessert and totally going off their fad diets after the news struck.
Internationally, distraught internet bootleg fans lamented the long nine-month-or-longer wait to see Hilton’s childbirth video on the internet. Millions expressed a vague sense of malaise at the thought that whatever Hilton is famous for doing, she won’t be doing it any more twenty-four months from now.
According to local teenagers, after taking the “oops, somebody stole my sex video and now I’m really famous, isn’t it funny how that works” route to career relevance pioneered by Pamela Anderson and ex-hair band dongmeister Tommy Lee, Hilton raised being famous for nothing to an art form, starring in a show about her being famous for nothing on which she didn’t do anything, then specializing in ironic movie appearances that capitalized on her status as not an actress.
“She was in that, that uh, Troy movie,” remembered ocelot trainer Doug Finken. “She was that pussy little brother that the Hulk had to bail out. Jesus, man, everybody remembers that.”
“No way dude,” disagreed Finken’s companion, Artie Dolch of White Plains, Arkansas. “She was on that show Real World: Rich Bitches with Lionel Richie. How could you forget that shit? That shit was on TV for like, ten years yo. I never watched it though.”
Others remembered Hilton’s legendary career differently.
“I know she’s got a casino in Vegas, that’s for sure,” explained a confident Lucia Weisman of the Bronx. “Is she European or something?”
“Oh man, she was hot in that one Winger video,” added Staten Island’s Frank White. “That one where she was eating that big fucking hamburger, you remember that? That bar-be-cue sauce was hot as shit.”
Confident in our grasp of what slobs off the street think, we decided to head straight to the source: Paris Hilton’s publicist, Liz Dick.
“She’s a brand name,” explained Dick.
Ookay. So, a brand of what?
“What’s hot this week? Cell phones? Paris Hilton is a brand of cell phones. This week. Check back with us again next week, though, since I hear denim panties are on the rise. On second thought, don’t call us again.”