“There's nobody in the world like me,” the partying heiress told the Times of London. “I think every decade has an iconic blonde — like Marilyn Monroe or Princess Diana — and right now, I'm that icon.”
She didn’t stop there. “There's a lot of heiresses out there, and I don't see any of them doing what I've done,” she continued,” she said. “I have so many projects — bags, fragrances, make-up. I go round the world every three days, designing and personally approving it all. I've got movies to make, a tour, TV shows. Every day of my life is scheduled until the end of 2007.”
What’s more, Hilton claims that feuds between her and other celebs — such as Lindsay Lohan — are publicity stunts designed to capitalize on her fame. “All those stories are made up. You know how shy I am ... Well, non-confrontational,” she said. “Certain girls just use me to get media attention because a feud with Paris Hilton always gets press.”
|Your World View|
|You are a fairly broadminded romantic and reasonably content.|
You value kindness and try to live by your ideals.
You have strong need for security, which may be either emotional or material.
You respect truth and are flexible.
You like people, and they can readily make friends with you.
You are not very adventurous, but this does not bother you.
|You Failed 8th Grade Spanish|
Sorry, you only got 4/8 correct!
|You Belong in 1962|
If you scored...
1950 - 1959: You're fun loving, romantic, and more than a little innocent. See you at the drive in!
1960 - 1969: You are a free spirit with a huge heart. Love, peace, and happiness rule - oh, and drugs too.
1970 - 1979: Bold and brash, you take life by the horns. Whether you're partying or protesting, you give it your all!
1980 - 1989: Wild, over the top, and just a little bit cheesy. You're colorful at night - and successful during the day.
1990 - 1999: With you anything goes! You're grunge one day, ghetto fabulous the next. It's all good!
I had a pair exactly like this when I was about 16. Then, I loved them. Now, I don't think they're particularly attractive, seeing as they look like you're wearing a couple of bricks on your feet. They're just so, chunky.....and now, there's enough on my body that's chunky--I don't need the shoes to match.
And the leggings featured on Liz's blog! I had several pair of those as well.
I know fashion is a cyclical thing, but I never thought it would actually happen to me, or, if it did, that it would be several more years before I started seeing things I misguidedly wore as a youngin on the shiftless teens of today.
See, there I go again with my old-ness! That's another thing.
Teenagers tend to really piss me off. When DH and I were in H-town a few months ago we woke up to find egg yolk on DH's Mazda RX-8, most likely thrown by bored teenage boys. Took the paint off his door panel in spots. Why did they do this? I simply don't understand! Then again, I didn't understand this when I was a teenager, so I think it's a guy thing.
And the way they drive! Oh, man. I got cut off by a teenager a while back, who decided that she desperately wanted to get in the left turn lane I was in even though there was a perfectly good left turn lane right next to me that was going to the same place as my turn lane. Since she nearly hit me, I honked my horn at her, to which her boyfriend took great offense and began doing all these little hand motions at me and being all dramatic by looking in the rear-view and side mirrors. I wanted to scream, "It's not my fault your girlfriend drives like shit!" But I took the high road and sat there, stony-faced, while Little Boyfriend defended the Shit Driver Girlfriend's honor. Whatever.
Another thing: My co-worker, who is cool as all get-out, has a 15-year-old daughter. I had given my co-worker some of those little "bling" jewels to put on her cell phone, and the daughter was aghast. She told her mom, "Those are just for kids, Mom! Old people shouldn't have that on their phones!" The daughter also couldn't believe that I had a MySpace profile, because that, again, is "just for kids." Sigh......
It makes me wonder, though. Were we all "stupid teenagers?" Did people ten (or more) years ago look at us and curse our general self-centeredness and stupid and destructive behavior? (I think so) Makes me cringe to think of it!
At least there is some justice to this. In ten years the teenagers of today will be my age at this moment, and will probably be experiencing all of the same stuff I am now.
It's a small comfort, though, especially when you're trying not to get in a fender-bender because you really want to sell your zippy little sports car in order to get a 4-door car that is "family-friendly."
Dammit. There I go again. You know what? I'm just going to shut up now, before I find myself using a walker to get around and eating dinner at 4:30 pm.