After filling my head with historical and theological facts and ideas, I took last evening off to watch mindless tv. Let’s just establish the fact here and now that I like mindless tv. It helps soothe the raw nerve endings in the brain and lets my middle-aged neurons catch their breath. Anyway…at bedtime I decided I’d make one more casual swing through the channels just in case there was something even more mindless for me to consider. There was.
The illustrious heiress Paris Hilton has a new show on MTV called something like My New BFF. (Forgive me if I don’t get this 100% right; it was late, and I was already numb-minded.) I missed the beginning (more’s the pity) but came upon a group of giggly, push-up bra’d, overly made-up, tarts-to-the-max (with a few suspicious males thrown in) all in what I think was an effort to become Paris’s new Nichole Richie. Lame premise, even more lame participants, and yet somehow I was strangely drawn to the proceedings.
Having seen some of these “girls” summarily dropped from the competition via a text message from Paris, we are now taken on location at one of CA’s local airports where the competitors line up in an airplane hangar. Paris faces them with a couple of her stylists (one of whom is named Richie Rich and his appearance simply defies my attempts to describe but I suggest his “talents” would be better served in a carnival or circus than the real world of fashion). The trio parades up and down this line of best friend wannabes discussing extreme make-overs; potential hair color, make-up, and clothing (preferably tight and form fitting). To their credit, a few of the contestants flatly refused to have their hair colored from one extreme to another; one Asian person was asked to have her/his hair dyed platinum and wisely declined. Of course, if one is not willing to do “anything” for one’s new best friend, what’s the point?
I spent 10 minutes of my life, which I will never recover, watching this vacuous display. Mindless tv is one thing; this pitiful pursuit of fame is another. What were the parents of these girls thinking? What happened to Paris’s revelation following her stint in jail — did I just imagine her professing a desire to “help humanity”?
How soon we forget our experiences and our epiphanies and how soon we return to our pathetic money-driven little lives. Sometimes I think someone should take a gigantic earth saw and separate California permanently from the rest of the country. Okay, at least that section of California containing Paris Hilton with all the other LA, Beverly Hills, and Hollywood contingent included.