Now this is just plain sad. If you’re going to do the nip slip, go for it. For God’s sake, the girl used to be a stripper, why is she being shy!
Ok, a little part of us did die upon deciding to follow a story that will likely end with Fashion Week. (It was the part of us that used to say “there’s a limit to F-List coverage.”) But something about Fake Paris Hilton has us coming back for more.
Apparently, she has some semi-serious problems, included being depraved of love, battling eating disorders, and being traumatized by sickos who expose themselves on the Lower East Side.
The teen turning woman prose are kind of scary and a little sad (which is probably why she has no Friendsters). We would like to say that there isn’t much hope of this one getting on the bloggirl Z-List, but she was a stripper, and she has a blog … who knows? Next month she might be drinking champagne with Miu Von Furstenberg at the Soho Grand.
For the record, I don’t drink champagne at the Soho Grand, I mainline it, while cuddling with my fake chihuahua Tinkle.