No, really, I do. And not in that insincere way that people say it when what they’re really trying to say that is that they dislike the person intensely and think that they can hurt them by suggesting that they’re an object of pity.
I was reading this summary of what was found, and is now being sold, from a storage locker that she forgot to pay the dues on and therefore forfeited ownership of, and it ain’t a pretty picture.
* Prescription bottles for Hydrocodone, a painkiller similar to OxyContin used to manage anxiety disorders, post-party sleep aid Ambien and the herpes medication Valtrex.
* A medical bill from a Los Angeles clinic, billing an "Amber Taylor" – with the same birth date as Paris – for a miscarriage in March 2003.
* A journal analyzing her booze-fueled dreams.
* Her reality TV co-star Nicole Richie’s University of Arizona ID card.
* Sister Nicky’s Nevada marriage certificate.
* Several bank statements, including one with an ending monthly balance of just $9.26.
* Home videos she shot of visits with her sick grandmother.
* To-do lists that include an assortment of errands, including a reminder to buy Christmas gifts.
The kicker, for me, was the pictures of her with Girls Gone Wild founder Joe Francis. He’s pulled aside her bikini top to expose her breasts, and she looks stoned out of her mind.
She’s a sad, stoned, sexually exploited little girl. She has the genius of the narcissist — a intuitive ability to make people look at her and care about here — but the truth is that is that she has no idea what’s she doing, and she’s miserable unhappy, and all of us are probably complicit in her abuse when we talk about her, write about her, make fun of her, and look at half-naked pictures of her.
