Tuesday, August 29, 2006

Paris Hilton

So Im listening to CBC the other day and they were sending up Paris Hilton's new CD. They all put their not so talented claws into her though, for myself, I found it no worse than anything else on the pop charts. I would normally find Hilton-Hate'n incredibly boring and tune out, but on this day I began to postulate: just why does everyone love to pick on her?
Is it because the media is abominably lazy and can't find some other rich, young, weathy people with little or no talent? Im sure there are dozens of richer, younger, less deserving people out there that are ripe for holier than thou treatment by smug and smarmy media commentarians. But then I remembered my Nietche.
Paris is the end of Modernity. There are no ethics for Paris to violate. No systems of rules or conventions for her to follow or not follow at her peril. Paris just does whatever she wants. Paris represents not just the death of God, but the death of the Protestant Work Ethic, the death of Meritocracy, the death of Consequences. Curiously, I think people people recognize this in her and resent the fact that they themselves are still (philosophically) Nietche's antiquaited whipping boy. They see themselves clinging to Modernity's dried teat and resent her for it. For better or for worse, Paris Hilton is the only true Post Modern woman.

Post Script: Couldn't people lay off Britney as well!?

4 comments:

rainswept said...

The message of communication is not in the content . obvious for Hilton bashing . less obvious for this virtual exchange .

Biatta of the Acorn said...

Dave.
Have you moved to Calgary? That would be disappointing. I've been trying to return the last of the books you lent me for ages. Luckily, it is not that heavy. Is there some address I can drop it off at? Hope your shoulder is not causing you too much pain. Jen

rainswept said...

Is it City of Saints & Madmen?

rainswept said...

"The star represents a value that can be enjoyed by the individual only from afar, and it should be clear to him that his admiration and desire are among those of millions of other men. This value is reduced to nothing when one desires to enjoy it privately or desires to appropriate it downright through marriage. As a splendid many-colored jellyfish that floats in the sea, once caught is transformed into insipid mucilage, similarly the mirages of mass sexuality become insignificant and extremely boring in private, and in fact even the promiscuity that those idols practice among themselves recall the monkey cage. ...It is an influence at a distance to sexually excite the atmosphere. -Erich Kuby