Paris Hilton, the velour-sweatsuit-clad, sticky-lip-glossed ghost of our 2006 collective consciousness, is still somehow convincing people to pay her millions of dollars for the grotesque pleasure of watching her stand around for a few hours. Who the hell would throw that kind of money at her?
A government climate report released yesterday confirms what we all guessed when we spent St. Patrick's Day sunning in our bikinis. Earth's hottest new club is America.
If you have "responsibilities" and "a life," you may not know that Paris Hilton is searching for a best friend on her new MTV reality show. So how does one get in on that sweet action and earn the right to hang with Hilton (for as long as the cameras are rolling)? MTV suggests you start by heading over to …
