Warning: This is a column about Paris Hilton. Those who are trying to ignore the travails of the famous-for-being-famous hotel heiress might want to avert their eyes. The rest of you, join me in honorable surrender. We have no choice but to pay attention.
The political satirist reports that the patient asked to be made unconscious again after realizing that the person he was seeing on TV was the real president of the United States, not a “Saturday Night Live” impersonator.
Salon writer Rebecca Traister examines why today’s most prominent young female role models seem to be “jiggly video stars, boobie-flashing twits, half-clad clotheshorses and label-whoring anorexics.” (Reg. or advert. req’d.)