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My world as I knew it ended in that moment. It saddens me that something about a celebrity would have such a profound effect on my life, but I must admit that a little part of me died inside when I read these words in the Register, a London E-Newspaper: "Director T Rajeevnath admitted: 'My agents in California have contacted Paris Hilton.' He explained that the reason behind this extending of feelers in Hilton's direction was the multi-talented heiress's refusal to get her kit off for Playboy" (Paris Hilton May Play Movie Mother Teresa). Ever since I heard of this travesty of the Spiritual Devine, I have been wondering what to make of it.
To rationalize her as a choice to portray the most Sainted woman in generations because she wouldn't pose for Playboy is akin to awarding me an athletic scholarship for being great at Madden 06. They just don't translate. This is a girl who gladly marketed herself on the Internet, even though she was already famous and rich. Now that she has a higher Q rating, she's too good to get naked? Please. And I'm no Bollywood expert by any means (in fact, I just learned what Bollywood meant recently) but I've read that Rajeevnath is a respected director. You would assume one given the task of bringing to light the life and times of a Saint would have to be in somewhat good standing in his craft. This consideration, however, has me re-thinking that. It's an obvious publicity grab, as proven by this article itself and countless others written on the subject when it's still conjecture, which taints it all the more. Hilton needs NO more press. This girl is everywhere, unfortunately (see Writer111's Blog for more details on this). Sticking her arse here and her tits there and giggling coyly and fondling new and fantastically ugly pets, all the while destroying the lives of billionaire heirs and most likely first-round draft picks (heads up, Matt Leinart). Apparently she left her former boyfriend, Stavros Niarchos, so distraught with losing her he was ringing her doorbell and weeping on her driveway for more than an hour. (I don't have the link, but it was in the May 29th Sports Illustrated). Hilton is so infamous as a man-eater, in fact, that after urging from is NFL club the Arizona Cardinals, Leinart has apparently toned down their relationship, lest it "taint his reputation in any way." This says all you need to know about Hilton: if she isn't even good enough for an NFL athlete's image, those of who have been infamous at various times for armed robbery, assault, domestic violence, drinking and driving, and even murder and the consipracy to commit murder, whose image could she possibly be any good for? (see: Matt Leinart Takes Cardinals Advice, Blows Off Paris Hilton).
She does have an incredible affect on people, it would seem, so in that at least she has something in common with Mother Theresa. But, anyone who has seen her act knows that for her to deviate from a stupid spoiled whore (thank you, South Park)would be an incredible leap of faith. In the few movies I've seen her in, she's been...well...not good. And, well, what she is: slutty and trashy. It's amazing a woman with such money and such expensive clothing and pampering techniques can still manage to look skanky, but she has the technique down to a science, a veritable work of trailer park art in Dolce & Gabbana. She isn't smart. She put a metal pot in a microwave, for fuck sake. AND SHE'S OLDER THAN FIVE! In fact, she's a grown woman! I don't care how sheltered and rich and spoiled somebody is, putting a metal pot in a microwave oven is as stupid as a mentally fit person can get. She's forgotten the names of her own products during promotional press conferences, mispronounced any number of words, and has a vacant stare that Keanu Reeves turns forest green for. I, for one, feel it is a slight to the honour and spirit of the great and Sainted Mother Theresa to have Paris Hilton uttered in the same breath, unless it's "Paris Hilton, if Mother Theresa were still around, she'd throw you such a vicious beating." All I can ask Mr. Rajeevnath to do is this: save yourself an embarassing, foot-shuffling, hem-haw ummm er explanation on Judgement Day when Mother Theresa walks up to you and slaps you herself in the afterlife, ahead of a volatile "WHAT WERE YOU THINKING, ASSHOLE?!?!?!?" and do not cast Paris Hilton as Mother Theresa. I'm not religious myself, but even I recognize the disrespect this portrays, and I truly believe it would be damaging psychologically to our society to have such a blatantly selfish media-among-other-kinds-of-whore cast as a woman who should be revered and respected for her good works. Do you want to be responsible for tainting the name and image of Mother Theresa? Think HARD about that.
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