As a cogent and mindful people we are faced, once again, with the inappropriate disparity between rich and famous and the poor and unknown. I call this disconnect: The Celebrity Semiotic.
The Celebrity Semiotic speaks to us in crass and brazen images perpetuated throughout the infected minds of our mainstream memes: Blogs, Newspapers, Magazines, The Evening News and The Office Water Cooler. When we are confronted — assaulted, really — with these explosive Celebrity Semiotics, we need to wonder within what is wrong with us and what empty need within us as a society requires filling from empty vessels.
The Paris Hilton saga is a drama with no end. Do we really think this is the last time she’ll feel the cold slam of a jail cell? As we watched her story play out before us — unrepentant, irresponsible and clueless — we tend to blame the body instead of the missing mindful parent. Where are Paris Hilton’s values? How did Paris Hilton grow to be attractive on the outside but without a moral compass inside? Paris Hilton, in her young life, has already starred in a sex tape and a jail cell. What’s next for her? Is an O.J. end in the offing?
The problem with Paris Hilton is the problem of bad parenting. Her youth was sacrificed, by her parents, to the streets of Los Angeles and to a soft lifestyle where substance and celebrity was valued over hard work and doing the right thing.
When I look at Paris Hilton and see her vapid and vacant eyes not staring back at me — I wonder about her education and her mindset
— as well as her want to lead a life of passion and magnitude and not one of convenience and conveyance.
I blame Paris’ parents for her lack of human discretion and for a lost wondering into the illumination of the living.
Is Paris Hilton’s life her own?
Should we pity her purchase in life?
Is one capable of ever making good decisions if parents indulge every want and excuse every behavior?