“No chefs, no milliners, no Paris Hilton.” When I ran this newspaper’s gossip column for a long dark period in the 2000s, this was my team motto. Thinking back, the chefs might have got a bum deal, but there were just so damn many. On the milliners thing, I stand firm. For God’s sake, it’s just hats.
Paris Hilton, though. Sheesh. Who was she? How had she come to be a person that a “People” column in an actual newspaper in another country was expected to write about? There had been a sex tape, sure, but the sex tape was famous because of her, not the other way around. She didn’t sing like Britney Spears, she didn’t act like Cameron Diaz, and she sure as
