Noooo, (as you can most likely tell from the picture) it's not Paris; it's far too late for her to claw back anything resembling dignity. And Nicky, well, she had a lucky escape and is already in possession of something resembling a career (she designs bags, or something?). The simpHilton desperate to forge a lasting career for themselves is Barron Nicholas Hilton II. Yep, the little brother who got done for DUI in a garage last year at the grand ole age of 18 (according to Wikipedia: "Hilton later pleaded guilty to two misdemeanors and for having a fake driver's license. He was sentenced to three years of probation, fined about $2,000 and ordered to attend a three month alcohol education program, plus another program involving a visit to a morgue.")
So, has he learned from his mistakes? About as much as Paris has: "I want to be an international singer-songwriter. I'm sick of all the Hilton stuff, where all anyone cared about was whether I was doing coke in the bathroom or how many ****s I was sleeping with. I'm done with partying and traveling. It's time to get this **** started."
That's not all the joy to behold, there's more according to the New York Post: "Hilton, who's recording tracks at his Upper East Side apartment, isn't signed to a label (NO?!?), but is developing a reality show with Viacom - 'It's gonna be like The Hills, but real. A lot of that stuff is pre-setup or re-setup. This is gonna show the meetings, the production side, the recording side... I just want people to say, 'Wow, this song really moved me (towards the toilet/out a window/under a bus?), or made me cry'." Because of the pain? Cry tears of pure pain, as my brain bleeds out my screaming ears and my soul turns to dank, ashen mulch?
When are these irrelevant, overprivileged morons going to eat themselves and bugger off the face of my telly?! *stamps foot*
