Hmm....

So, wow. I haven't blogged in a very, very long time. School's almost done, now, and I should be studying... but something distracted me. This is the story of my life, people. Actually, I did study for a bit... I went outside on our deck and sat in the sun and re-read Paradise Lost (which is awesome, by the way. I would definitely recommend it). My dog and I were the only ones home, so he came outside with me and relaxed on his little blanket for a while.

I saw Paris Hilton's debut video last night for 'Stars are Blind'. It made me shake my head (no, not like rocking out... shaking as in disgust). I will try to be nice when I say this... I have absolutely no respect for her whatsoever. I don't think anybody in their right mind does. It's people like her who influence young women to exercise the 'my body is here for you to ogle at' mindset. I've been there before, and let me tell you, it only messes you up. The majority of young girls see Paris flaunting her stuff on TV and think that acting like she does is the only way to get attention from boys... and the sad part is, that is true most of the time. Boys have given in to the media frenzy and have become sex-craving individuals. Our society is spinning out of control, man. We need more people of influence to stand up and say, "Hey, this isn't healthy, and its not okay."
If Paris Hilton really wanted people to take her seriously, she would not have made her first video the way it is. I don't understand why she isn't humiliated all the time. She could have made an intelligent, clever video and changed people's perception of her... because I know that deep down inside, underneath her reputation and all that crap, she truly is smart and witty and all the things that makes someone beautiful on the inside. God wouldn't make someone to just sit and look pretty. He doesn't make junk.
Honestly, I think that people like Paris Hilton are just really, really lonely. Why is it that we search to fill our emptiness with things like that...sex, money, clothes, possessions... over and over again... only to find that none of that ever works? It's like we're frantically trying to prove to everyone else that we're worthy of affection and love. When did our worth begin to rely on the things that we own...what we look like...who we associate with?
The truth is that we are lonely, empty people and don't know where to look for true fulfillment and love. Our worth can only be found as we look into the eyes of our Maker...

"The eyes are not here
There are no eyes here
In this valley of dying stars
In this hollow valley
This broken jaw of our lost kingdoms

In this last of meeting places
We grope together
And avoid speech
Gathered on this beach of the tumid river

Sightless, unless
The eyes reappear
As the perpetual Star
Multifoliate rose
Of death's twilight kingdom
The hope only
Of empty men."

(T.S. Eliot's The Hollow Men, lines 52-67)