Paris is Burning...

I'm sure everyone by now has heard about the latest treasure trove of information on the press' darling, Parasite Hilton, that leaked out because the classy heir-head didn't pay her $200 storage fee. And my, oh my -- look at all the dirty laundry. Granted, who doesn't love a good sex scandal. But that's just it -- a GOOD sex scandal. This scandal is becoming so drawn out it's almost a full-feature porn. (And most likely one of those ones that is dubbed over and uses special sound effects to sound like a ... well ... a fist in a jar of mayo.)

According to the NY Post's Page Six, the content that was unfurled for mass consumption contained:

Prescription bottles for Hydrocodone, a painkiller similar to OxyContin used to manage anxiety disorders, post-party sleep aid Ambien and the herpes medication Valtrex.

A journal analyzing her booze-fueled dreams.

Several bank statements, including one with an ending monthly balance of just $9.26."

So yes, Paris burning. But apparently only when she pees.

But honestly, I'm seeing a lot of comments on the interwerb about what a whore she is because she has herpes. Because having herpes is what makes her a whore. I don't think now is the time or place for an overtly sexual world that is brimming with STDS to point fingers just because this wonky-eyed-princess displayed a lack of responsibility and didn't pay her bills.

Everyone has dirty secrets. I know I do. (Not really, Mom -- I'm still completely innocent. Promise). The finger pointing shouldn't be done because she does these things. The finger pointing should happen because she is not careful about how/who/when she does them, and continues with the same light-hearted ignorance post-trauma.

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