Two friends and I have been accepted to compete in the "Vh1 World Series of Popular Culture," which takes us to a preliminary try-out in Orlando in February. For more than a month now, we've been "in training." We've been reading "Entertaiment Weekly," "People" and "Us" even more obsessively, playing trivia games on pop culture, having our friends grill us whenever we get the chance, and most importantly, finally giving a chance to all the lowbrow films and televison shows we stuck up our noses at initially.
This means Paris Hilton.
Last night one of my teammates and I watched the entire first season of "The Simple Life," wherein Paris Hilton and her then BFF, Nicole Richie, went to live in that small, rural Arkansas dairy town and tried to do mundane small-town things like work at the Sonic hamburger jont and meet cute guys.
Well, we both thought the show was hilarious. I had a particular soft spot for Nicole, who seemed sweeter than Paris (even though she lied about her cat dying to the man whose credit card she used to buy the bird house for her host mom - long story.) Also, Nicole was a normal-sized girl then, not yet letting the ravages of her eating disorder make her scary thin. She also doesn't appear to be on heroin or vicodin, her reported drugs of choice. Plus, there was just something about her laugh, and the episode where she made the middle-aged man repeat after her and shimmy while singing "Sa sa sa sa" in a high-pitched voice, which is now one of my favorite moments of television, ever.
Nicole Richie! If you need a new BFF, I'm available. And I'm not just using you to win the "World Series of Pop Culture," though knowing you wouldn't hurt.
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