My goodness, can we just leave poor Paris Hilton alone? I mean, first she was behind bars fighting for her freedom; now she's busy trying to maintain her hard-earned integrity. With her occupied the way she is, who's left to speak for all of us who record ourselves having sex and then post it on the Internet? Without Ms Hilton as our spokesperson--without her to show us the way (and the how and the when and the camera angles) we're floundering here. My latest videos have been awful, rendering me old and decrepit and completely bereft of any sex appeal. I can hardly watch them myself, let alone share them with other fans of what I like to call noirotica. (It's all in the lighting--I don't use any.)
Oh I suppose the world could return to those dark ages when making love was more of a private act between two consenting adults, but then what? Do we go back to TVs with channel selectors way across the room? Minivans without DVD players? Video games without bleeding corpses and seizure warnings? Cameras with that stuff in them...you know, that stuff that looked all orange-y and filmy when it came out but somehow turned into pictures? Come on, you know what it's called! Never mind, I'll think of it.
Paris Hilton has taken us into the future, and you know, once there, you can't go back. We won't go back!
Oh yeah, film.
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