Paris Hilton, without a trace of irony, called out MTV’s reality hit The Hills (on which her boyfriend Doug Reinhardt rose to celebutard fame, or at least tabloid-worthiness):
“The show is, like, so lame and fake. He doesn’t even want to be a part of it. They make up relationships when they’re not there, and he just thinks it’s lame. I’ve never seen the show in my life. I have no idea what it’s about. But he just thought it was cheesy.”
Do I really need to spell out the angle here?
Paris Hilton: purveyor of champagne in a can, designer of hideous plastic shoes, sex tape star turned “role model.”
Paris Hilton, the woman who hired a monk for a publicity stunt. Accomplished faux lesbian. In talks to open her own club in Vegas — a city, I’ll have you know, that is the opposite of cheesy and fake.
Paris Hilton: The picture of class. She simply exudes “reality.”
Plus, you just know Heidi Montag Pratt had acrylic claws implanted at some point, so Paris better watch her back.


The other night Bill O’Reilly, guardian of the All-Smug Zone, criticized 
PETA has no qualms about blaming Canada but obviously overlooked the fact that
When word of
Twittering fiends Demi Moore and Ashton Kutcher are just SHOCKED and APPALLED that 

Denise Richards would like you to know