A Case in Point

And here is a cupcake! Baked by yours truly! Photo is courtesy of my friend, Leslie, who you might know through her blog on the Silver Fork Saga, and who is also writing her dissertation.

Anyway, you see what I mean? Cupcakes are just delightful. And so much more enjoyable than writing a dissertation, while also making it a more pleasant experience.

I will just conclude today's first postings by venting my outrage at Paris Hilton's recent release from prison. And yes, despite all the pathetic, dithering comments by the spokesman for the L.A. Sheriff's department, I consider it unabashedly to be a release rather than a "reassignment." I should be similarly "reassigned" from my tiny, poorly ventilated one-bedroom apartment to a Beverly Hills Mansion of x-many thousands of square feet, complete with a pool and personal servants. And I say this while knowing my situation is way, way better than any of Ms. Hilton's former fellow inmates. Apparently, Ms. Hilton developed some sort of rash...hmmm....apparently, she was also on the verge of a nervous breakdown; indeed, she was apparently also visited by her psychiatrist....hmmmm...I have to say, that in Renaissance drama, these sort of things tend to be HIGHLY suggestive. Plus, her name is Paris...as in France, as in French...to my fellow scholars of early modern English literature, it's kind of a nice coalescing, isn't it? At any rate, in a perfect world, the much-deserved furor over Ms. Hilton's "reassignment" would result inher permanent fall from grace where the entertainment industry is concerned. Ok, so maybe "grace" is not the right word--it doesn't lend itself that well to someone with no discernible moral values or other redeeming qualities. But in a perfect world, Ms. Hilton would simply vanish from our cultural radar. I know that this won't happen; I know that Ms. Hilton will probably continue to escape any real legal fallout from this, her latest scandal, and that she may even come to profit from it, much as she did from her now apparently forgotten sex-tape days; I am likewise confident that her claims to have learned from this experience are complete and utter bollux, but I admit that I'm rather gleeful that the public, by and large, is pretty teed off about the whole affair.

Phew. Alright, please excuse my rampage. I'm normally not this angry or resentful. I suppose it is Ms. Hilton's "talent" for provoking adoration or unadulterated hatred that might account for her fame...in which case, I've just added to the hail storm. Damn it. But OH--let me beg and plead with all the Hollywood executives out there--please, please, PLEASE--do not start fighting over the rights to the Paris Hilton memoirs everyone on entertainment television keeps speculating about. Likewise, do not make a movie based on any such memoirs. Dear god, no. Do not continue to build the Paris Hilton empire, which embodies everything that is noxious about the entertainment industry.

Dude, like, I'm exhausted now. Until another day.