So, Paris has been sentenced to 45 days in jail. About friggin' time. While 45 days is really a slap on the wrist for a weasel driving on a suspended license after an "alcohol-related reckless driving" situation, I'm sure it will be hellish for (hasn't everyone spent a night in the) Paris Hilton. She might find her time in jail quite... interesting considering her penchant for flashing her bare crotch in a number of tabloid photos. Perhaps she will be inspired to slap on a thong after a few nights shared with some lonely fellow convicts. Hell, by the time she's out, maybe she'll be wearing granny panties and sweats.
What got me about today isn't Paris' behavior in court, which from all accounts, was somber, sober and appropriate, shockingly. No, it's mama Kathy Hilton's response to her daughter's jail sentence. From CNN.com:
"As a city prosecutor said during closing arguments that Hilton deserved jail time, Hilton's mother, Kathy, laughed. When the judge ruled, Kathy Hilton then blurted out: 'May I have your autograph?'"
Nice, Kathy. Real nice. If this is how you react to your kid being sentenced for having broken the law and having put other lives at risk by driving under the influence, it's no surprise your daughter has turned out the way she has. Just think of how many minds you could have changed, Mrs. Hilton, had you been as respectful as your daughter finally was today. Think of how great it would have been had you, after the sentencing, told the press, "My daughter is paying a modest price for endangering others and breaking the law. No one should be above the law. I hope she learns a valuable lesson."
No, instead, you were a jerk. And the panty-free apple didn't fall far from the tree, did it?
Just thinking about Paris Hilton makes me want to bathe in Purell.