The Sickening State...

I have pledged that Paris Hilton would never find her way onto my page, but one must wonder at the direction of this girl's life... especially in light of my friend's death at the age of 35, the uselessness of Paris's existence strikes a particular, sad, ominous chord. "To whom much is given, much is expected". These words tickered through my head as I witnessed her and Britney Spears end a night of drunken revelry. Is this IT for you, Paris? Is this to be your legacy? Parties, trashy clothing, an endless chain of boyfriends? Is this your purpose? If you were to die tomorrow, don't you realize that you'd have left absolutely nothing of value to the world? To anyone?

Look, I'm no prude. I like partying and carousing as much as anyone. But it is also my wish to make something of myself, and to leave the world a better place for it... rich or poor, that takes work. But given the choice, I would rather expend the energy.

Dare to be different, Paris Hilton. It's not too late.