Turns out, scary Parey was also scheduled to receive the Harvard Lampoon Woman of the Year award—a spoof of the vaunted Harvard Hasty Pudding Theatricals award—at 1 p.m., earning her a major tardy slip. Guess punctuality is not one of the requirements for a WOY. So, P canceled all the interviews and booked it on over to the Ivy League institution, leaving hordes of raging reporters who had to revise their front covers and main stories. The diva was better behaved back balmy way, read on:
Paris, on The Hottie and the Nottie: "This movie has a really sweet message, not to judge a book by its cover, love people for who they are, not who they are on the outside."
By the way, Paris the Benevolent will be performing with the Pussycat Dolls on her birthday, Feb. 17, at LAX in Vegas. Oh, and did you know Ms. H’s fave beauty secret? "Facials!" P.H. squealed with near orgasmic delight. "I love facials!"
"I’ll be in Las Vegas for my clothing line...And also my birthday, I’ll be there with a bunch of my friends," Paris sidestepped, perhaps not as deftly as she’s done in the past with yours truly. Fine. She hasn’t got plans. Regardless, we must get Paris’ thoughts on hooking up and such.
Nothing whatsoever about practical matters such as burping and diaper patrol. Guess that’s so not Hottie activity.
Ouch! Them New Yawk mag higher-ups can be awfully bitchy! And folks say I’m blunt.
I swear. Manhattanites. They drive their mouths worse than Angelinos do their cars.
More Vanity Fair fallout to come. This ain’t small canapés, folks. Nor is it necessarily as it seems—like most delish crap in this town.
Even hunky Hottie costar Johann Urb blurts, “[Paris] is really sweet, really kind, really genuine, a good friend...think we’ll be friends for a long time.” Right! She won’t remember his name by the end of the after-party. And those reallys are really making us suspicious of all this praise.
(But look at what happened to both babes, watch out there, P-hon.)