Paris Hilton is really good at assimilating to the people around her — fans, paparazzi, reporters who buy everything secondhand and don’t own a single bottle of perfume (I mistakenly call Chanel No. 5, probably the most famous fragrance ever, “Chanel No. 9,” and she doesn’t even correct me). But when I ask her why she needs 24 different perfumes with her name on the bottle (“Why not have just, like, one signature scent?”) it takes a moment for the question to register. Then a wave of comprehension washes over Paris Hilton’s face, and she throws her head back and laughs a deep, true, guttural laugh.
— Paris Hilton floored by reporter who does not understand the marketing and selling of consumer goods. Read more at Paris Hilton Will Never Go Away and Never Stop Making Money at Time.
I’m glad Paris Hilton laughed in that reporters’ face. “Why do you do something different than I would?”
Ummm, because I can and/or want to, that’s why.
Right? This has ALWAYS been Paris Hilton, and at the very least, of all the trash heiresses on Reality TV, she turned out to be the least malicious.
I can’t believe I am sticking up for Paris Hilton’s 24 fragrances, but this is as though the reporter went and asked Gucci why they are still making handbags when every woman already owns one. Or asked any fragrance company why they have more than one fragrance, which after all, the vast majority of them do.
Maybe she is not aware that No. 5 is not Chanel’s only fragrance.
Can you imagine the next article, in which she goes into a Chanel boutique in NYC and ask why are there so many Chanel things?
Lord.
This reporter is either willfully naive or a completely ignorant:
It’s easy to roll your eyes at Paris Hilton’s take on Serious Business Woman.™ This is, after all, a woman who was born into unconscionable wealth, and rocketed to fame after her reality show, The Simple Life, made her maybe the most saturated tabloid star in history. A woman who famously installed a stripper pole in her own home. Who’s been photographed in literally every highlighter-bright tracksuit that Juicy Couture makes.
And yet, she’s also managed to create one of the savviest global brands around, and a career that defies everything reality TV stars are “supposed” to be once we forget about them.”
Even I, a fool, understood back in my twenties that the whole idea of being ‘reality star’ WAS TO MAKE MONEY. THAT THE PERSON AND THE BRAND WERE ONE.
Paris and Kim and Jessica were all the brand; it was all about the (sur) Real stars lives and what they projected. Paris Hilton was educated at a finishing school and had access to HER OWN FAMILY’S BUSINESS MANAGERS. Kim Kardashian ran a STORE when she was a teenager and her dad was part of OJ Simpson’s dream team of lawyers and part of the minority LA business people elite. Jessica Simpson studied fashion and business informally while trying to become a pop star.
Jessica Simpson is worth a billion dollars.
The inherent weird sexism and snobbery shows a reporter who clearly does not understand the age she is living in and has been living for the past 19 years.
Ugh.
Anyways, Paris Hilton is louche and trashy but her fragrances are fine for young girls despite the image of louche-ness. They smell like cotton candy, fruity flowers and lipstick, and they are what they are- for teens-mid 20s women and campy guys. Let her make her money.
PS: I find it interesting that reporter mentions Chanel, who literally marketed her own jet setting life to sell her wool jersey suits and accessories, including…Chanel 5
Sorry for the rant!
totally agree with the rant.
*blushes* The tone through out the piece is so dismissive and weird and out of touch in general that I had to rant.
It really is easy to roll your eyes at them all, and I do — I fully admit it! So for a reporter to manage to write a story about Paris Hilton in which I am rolling my eyes at the reporter, that takes some real doing 🙂
Hee! 🙂
Yeah, these reality ‘stars’ are eye roll worthy and I can’t believe I just defended these dames, but the reporter just seems so not with it I could scare believe what I was reading.