There She Goes

My apologies… this week's column is a few days late.

Could it be that I've been riveted by the never-ending stories about Paris Hilton?

Not exactly.

What does fascinate me, though, is the fascination itself. From what I can tell, this is a person who does not actually do anything. And yet she shows up on my television screen weekly (more if I had cable, no doubt). Her picture -- eerily similar from one occasion to the next -- is everywhere.

I learned, in the course of preparing to write this blog entry, that Paris has a CD. She sings? Who knew? I wonder… if sales don't go her way, whether she'll petition the courts based on life not being fair.

As you and millions already know, Paris is off to jail soon, unless of course all of her fans who "sihn" (sic) her petition can hold some sway over Gov. Schwarzenegger. News stories about Paris' upcoming sentence of 45 days in a California jail cell have appeared as far away as South Africa, Croatia and India.

I'll weigh in, but briefly. My advice to Ms. Hilton is simple:

1. If the word "sign" is too hard for you, don't even try to spell Schwarzenegger;

and

2. Stop drinking and driving, girlfriend!

Paris Hilton's mother calls the sentence "a joke." I'm not laughing.

No one gets a free pass to drink and drive. That's so obvious it hurts.

Until next time,

Conna