I vowed never to talk or write about Paris Hilton, but Marina Hyde’s deliciously evil column is too good to resist. Here’s an excerpt.
You’d better be ready to take another tumble down the rabbit hole, my darlings, because there are totally awesome developments in the world of celebrity livestock. Ms Hilton has a new pet. He’s a shaman!
God, I love Paris in the springtime. Even looking at the pictures is giving me a religious awakening. Can we just get her a shaman handbag to tote him around in right now? Like the ones her chihuahuas ride in, only bigger, and fitted out with incense cones and a cup holder for his Shamanatinis?
(Note: Because this is a quickly unfolding news event, it has since emerged that the Hilton heiress’s guru is also an actor . . . but whatevs. We’re jumping ahead of ourselves.)
Our story begins at the weekend, when Paris was spotted out and about in Beverly Hills — accompanied by an unidentified mammal in desperate need of manscaping. But rather than stage a personal grooming intervention, Paris appeared to hang on his every word as the pair visited a spiritual bookstore, he blessed some stuff, and they left carrying a volume called The Path of the Painted Shaman, in that way that celebrities do when they want to telegraph where they’re “at” to their rudderless public. This system works pretty well at present, although one day Geri Halliwell’s going to chance her arm with The Wealth of Nations and the whole thing’s going to collapse. Stick to self-help, Geri! Or My Friend Flicka.
According to reports, the guru told Paris to give away a necklace of indeterminate value to a passerby in order to cleanse herself, before giving her advice on good living. Wait: pursuing a life of night-vision humping interspersed with the odd spell in the big house is not the true path? Enlightenment’s so judgmental.
Anyways, as mentioned, it has since been established that the shaman is also an actor, a fact that Paris may or may not have been aware of. Whichever, he joins a long and distinguished line of chiselling gurus from Rasputin to the Maharishi — and further appearances by the pair are rumoured.
Can you even imagine Tinkerbell’s jealousy issues at this time? I hope they upped her doggy meds: I’d hate for her to have go through this unassisted by the good folks at Eli Lilly (selling you dog Prozac since 2007, kids!). Indeed, these are dark times for all the elite chihuahua force that Paris has been assembling in recent years — an army which, until recently, boasted 17 crystalcollared footsoldiers.
-Published in The Guardian
God, I love Paris in the springtime. Even looking at the pictures is giving me a religious awakening. Can we just get her a shaman handbag to tote him around in right now? Like the ones her chihuahuas ride in, only bigger, and fitted out with incense cones and a cup holder for his Shamanatinis?
(Note: Because this is a quickly unfolding news event, it has since emerged that the Hilton heiress’s guru is also an actor . . . but whatevs. We’re jumping ahead of ourselves.)
Our story begins at the weekend, when Paris was spotted out and about in Beverly Hills — accompanied by an unidentified mammal in desperate need of manscaping. But rather than stage a personal grooming intervention, Paris appeared to hang on his every word as the pair visited a spiritual bookstore, he blessed some stuff, and they left carrying a volume called The Path of the Painted Shaman, in that way that celebrities do when they want to telegraph where they’re “at” to their rudderless public. This system works pretty well at present, although one day Geri Halliwell’s going to chance her arm with The Wealth of Nations and the whole thing’s going to collapse. Stick to self-help, Geri! Or My Friend Flicka.
According to reports, the guru told Paris to give away a necklace of indeterminate value to a passerby in order to cleanse herself, before giving her advice on good living. Wait: pursuing a life of night-vision humping interspersed with the odd spell in the big house is not the true path? Enlightenment’s so judgmental.
Anyways, as mentioned, it has since been established that the shaman is also an actor, a fact that Paris may or may not have been aware of. Whichever, he joins a long and distinguished line of chiselling gurus from Rasputin to the Maharishi — and further appearances by the pair are rumoured.
Can you even imagine Tinkerbell’s jealousy issues at this time? I hope they upped her doggy meds: I’d hate for her to have go through this unassisted by the good folks at Eli Lilly (selling you dog Prozac since 2007, kids!). Indeed, these are dark times for all the elite chihuahua force that Paris has been assembling in recent years — an army which, until recently, boasted 17 crystalcollared footsoldiers.
-Published in The Guardian
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