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Date Posted: 00:45:38 12/07/03 Sun
Author: Moloung
Subject: Re: Paris
In reply to: Simple 's message, "Re: Paris" on 00:39:04 12/07/03 Sun

It’s November 13, a week after news of a graphic sex tape involving Paris Hilton broke in the United States. But here, on Qantas flight 93, departing from Melbourne, Australia, the fragile-looking woman at the center of the storm is trying to enjoy her final moments of alone time before landing in Los Angeles. Yet, after a few hours of sleep, Hilton, 22, abruptly heads to the bathroom. In blue sweat pants, with her platinum hair in tiny pigtails, she emerges a few minutes later wiping away tears, explaining that a troubling nightmare had awakened her. "I’m just so embarrassed," she said sitting back down. "What am I supposed to do? Every time people see me, (the video’s) all they’ll be able to think about."

Indeed, Hilton, who had by luck been down under making an appearance at the Melbourne Cup horse race and modeling when the story about the video was made public, had, up to this point, been able to avoid talking about the tape. But now, after munching on a MacDonald’s hamburger and a Coke, she say’s she’s dreading her return to the U. S. "I haven’t seen the tape yet." Hilton says. "I don’t want to." She says, however, she’ll force herself to watch the infamous sex video shot around May 2001 with her then-boyfriend, online gambling entrepreneur, Rick Soloman, now 33. The three-minute highlight reel ---- clipped from the original 27-minute tape recorded when Hilton was 19, is shot in grainy night-vision green. "I wish I could just stay in Australia," Hilton says sadly. "I loved it there. I can’t walk the street (at home). It’s too embarrassing. I don’t want to go out anymore, I don’t want to party. This has really made me think about changes I want to make."

Some more immediate than others------like her phone number. When the flight lands at Los Angeles International Airport, Hilton (who innocently asks the US reporter if the media will be waiting for her) hears her cellphone ring. And ring. And ring. In total, it rings 29 times before she makes it to customs. All the calls are from strangers, mostly men, who apparently got her phone number off an Internet site that was also offering a downloadable version of the sex video." Stop calling this number," She snaps before hanging up on two men asking her to go out with them.

Party Girl
So should anyone feel sorry for Hilton? After all, until news of the video emerged, most of America only knew Hilton as the hard partying "celebutant" with barely there outfits and a revolving-door love life (she has been linked to Jared Leto, and Oscar de la Hoya and admits to having dated Sum 41 singer Deryck Whilbley, Tommy Hilfiger model Jason Shaw and Chicago Bears linebacker Brian Urlacher). An now, for better or worse, the three-year-old tape, which was made by Soloman, Shannen Doherty’s estranged husband, and never intended for public viewing has made the woman nicknamed "Star" by her mother into a bona fide celebrity. "I think the sex tape’s awesome," admits close friend Richie Rich, the Heatherette designer who considers Paris his muse. "She’s always wanted to be famous, and ---hello!---She’s more famous than ever." But at what price? "Every time (people) see, will they just think about the video?" Hilton asks. "It really scares me."

Another Tape
And that video may be just the beginning. US has confirmed a second Paris Hilton sex tape exists, as first reported by the New York Post, this time of girl-on-girl shenanigans with pal Nicole Lenz, 23, a Playboy playmate and model, while ex-MTV VJ Simon Rox, 29, handled the camera. "If he could do it all over again, he wouldn’t," a source clsoe to Rex says of the video, filmed on February 15, 2003, in a room at Las Vegas’s Bellagio hotel. "He keeps saying, ‘What was I thinking?’"

For that matter, what was Paris thinking? "She was young and she made a mistake. Who hasn’t?" sister Nicky Hilton, 20, Paris’s partner in paparazzi-baiting tells US. Paris returns the sympathy. "This is hard on Nicky too," she says. "We’re the Hilton sisters----that’s how we’re known. Anything that happens to me happens to her." Friends are already rallying behind Hilton. Despite her wild-child reputation (she jumped on a table and stripped down to her bra one year at a Sundance Film Festival party), Paris is described as "sweet" by just about everyone who knows her. "She’s one of the nicest people and she’s getting exploited," says pal Jonathan Cheban of Command PR. Even in Arkansas, where Hilton filmed her new Fox reality TV show, The Simple Life---a Green Acres-style set-up debuting December 2 that puts Hilton and her best friend, Nicole Richie, in a rural environment---locals found her surprisingly down to earth. "She’s so nice, she doesn’t deserve any of this," says Trae Lindley, 18, a University of Arkansas student who dated Hilton during filming. (see sidebar)

Hilton History
So how did Paris come to be? The great-grand-daughter of Conrad Hilton, founder of the $5.2 billion hotel empire and late ex-husband of Zsa Zsa Gabor (Paris’s grandfather Conrad "Nicky" Hilton Jr. was the first of Elizabeth Taylor’s seven husbands), she and her three siblings were raised on room service in an apartment in the family owned Waldorf-Astoria hotel in Manhattan. And although she got her first credit card at age 13, her father, Rick, has said, "I was raised to respect to money and I instilled that in my daughters." (Mom Kathy is a former child actress.) She enrolled in top East Coast private schools, though never for very long, says one of her former teachers at New Milford, Connecticut’s Canterbury School, which she attended for about four months during her junior year in 1998 (she later received a GED). "Her parentss were trying to straighten her out," the teacher tells US. "But she left without permission one weekend, so the school booted her."

Her confidence unshaken, Hilton burst upon New York’s party scene at 16. Along with her sister Nicky, then just 13, she dominated the Manhattan gossip columns, which cranked out salacious accounts of the underage, scantily clad sisters overindulging and dancing on tables. "They’re the rock stars of every party," says friend Noak Tepperburg, a New York City party promoter. Still, surprisingly, by all accounts, the Hilton parents keep a close eye on their kids (the sisters have two younger brothers). Paris checks in with her parents 10 times a day (one friend, David Cayre, 27, estimated it is more like 25). "Kathy has taken Paris’s car away when she’s gotten in trouble," a close friend tells US." It’s not like Paris is left to roam free with a credit card."

And according to Richard Johnson, who writes the New York Post’s Page Six gossip column, the Hilton parents can be overprotective. "When I first started covering (Paris & Nicky), I got calls from Rick & Kathy because they really didn’t like what I was printing," he says. "They think other girls are just jealous of Paris, and that’s why people leak items about them."

Still nothing could stop the Hilton juggernaut. By 2000, Paris was rolling with young Hollywood’s new Brat Pack, including Tara Reid and Leonardo DiCaprio. But she was also getting close to Rick Soloman, a model and entrepreneur. (Hilton insists during the US interview that by 2000 they were "just friends.") On February 17, 2001, during Hilton’s 20th birthday bash at New York City’s Eugene, the two couldn’t keep thier hands off each other." One eyewitness tells US, "They were really lovey-dovey. She wasn’t drinking. We had to get Red Bull especially for her."

It’s around that time (exact dates are in dispute) that Soloman videotaped his nearly half hour sex romp with Hilton inside his Hollywood Hills home; despite some accounts that she was taped without her knowledge, Hilton is seen saying "hi" to the camera. Responding to suggestions that Hilton was incapacitated or underage during the shoot, Soloman filed a $10 million slander suit against the Hilton family and their publicist on November 12. He claims in his court filings that the tape was stolen (for complete details see sidebar). But Hilton supports aren’t buying his story. "If I ever see Rick Soloman, I’, going to kick him in the balls!" Kimberly Stewart, Rod Stewart’s daughter and a childhood friend of Paris’s, tells US. "She dated him for two years, and then he goes and doe something like this?"

Other excerpts from the article:

Quotes:
"Paris is a good-hearted girl trying to catch a break. We're lucky Hollywood is a forgiving town" - Hilton Friend Jessia Meisels

"She doesn't gaurd herself like other celebs," a friend tells Us. "That's part of her charm."

"We love her and support her no matter what," says Nicky Hilton

"You know it's going to be a fun party when Paris shows up. She lights up a room" - Ex Hollywood Madam Heidi Fleiss

"She is friends with other celebs," says Scott DeGraff, co-owner of Rain at Las Vegas's Palms Hotel & Casino, of Hilton. "She usually has a gang of people around her."

The Story So Far...:
August 18: Rick Salomon reportedly tells his friends he has a sex tape of him and Paris. He later denies he ever planned to sell it.

November3: A source gets a copy of the video from internet porn company Marvad Corp., which plans to distribute it, and gives Us a first look.

November 11: Excerpts appear on the web.

November 12: Salomon files a $10 million slander suit against the Hilton family and publicist, citing a : mailicious campaign to portray [me] as a rapist."

November 13: Salomon files a $10 million lawsuit against Marvard to stop distribution of the video.

November 14: Marvard files a $10 million suit against Salomon's ex-friend Donald Thrasher, who in turn claims that Salomon had given him the tape to sell. Marvard has since reached an agreement with the Hiltons to stop distibution.
[Jennifer O'Neill]

Paris By The Numbers:
$30-40 Million - The value of the Hilton's LA mansion.

13 - Age at which she got her first credit card.

30 - Floor of New York City's Waldorf-Astoria hotel where the Hilton sisters live.

$100 - Her weekly allowance during high school.

$275 - Cost of her Chihuahua Tinkerbell's angora sweater.

$1000 - Monthly sum paid to Sunset Tan in LA for that bronzy glow.

$300 Million - Value of her father's real estate company, Hilton & Hyland.

$28 Million - Estimated share of the Hilton family fortune tht Paris and Nicky each stand to inherit.

$3.75 - Cost of her favorite lunch - a McDonald's value meal.

Source: Us Weekly Magazine
Checking in with Paris Hilton
[By Donna Freydkin, USA TODAY]

NEW YORK — On a gray, gusty autumn afternoon in a city preparing for an incoming storm, Paris Hilton manages to steal even Mother Nature's thunder.

But did she take this outfit to Arkfansas? Paris Hilton models at Australian Fashion Week in November.
By Sean Garnsworthy, Getty Images
Months before snippets of her private sex video became public, the now-infamous Hilton hotels heiress arrives for lunch nearly three hours late. She's here to promote her Fox reality series The Simple Life, premiering tonight (8:30 p.m. ET/PT). The show, shot in five weeks in rural Arkansas, has her and pal Nicole Richie roughing it on a farm to prove that they're not idle, spoiled rich girls who don't know what Wal-Marts or water wells are.

"I was playing a character," drawls Hilton, 22. "I'm totally normal. I think it's obnoxious when people demand limos or bodyguards. I eat at McDonald's or Taco Bell. My parents always taught us to be humble. We're not spoiled."

The we refers to her sidekick Nicky, 20. Together, they're the Hilton sisters, two platinum-blond party hoppers who've never met a red carpet or camera they didn't love. Until, that is, a three-minute highlight reel of the 27-minute sex tape Paris made with then-boyfriend Rick Salomon three years ago somehow surfaced on the Internet in November.

The brouhaha can only boost ratings for The Simple Life, but Fox execs refused to comment on what impact, if any, it might have. As for Hilton, she's gone into seclusion. Aside from a teary lunch at the Ivy and an L.A. shopping expedition with an unknown male companion, the once spotlight-loving socialite has been out of sight.

A tour of Paris

Age: 22
Born in: New York City
Claim to fame: Aspiring actress and singer, heiress to HIlton hotels and party-hopper extraordinaire
TV series debut: Tonight on Fox's The Simple Life (8:30 p.m. ET/PT)
Film credits: The Cat in the Hat (2003), Wonderland (2003), Zoolander (2001).




"She's very upset about this tragedy that's occurred," says her father, Rick Hilton, who spent Thanksgiving weekend in the Hamptons with his family, Paris included. "She seems to be recuperating from it, but she's quite devastated from it all."

Paris has been paying the price for her indiscretion.

"I can't walk the streets," she told Us Weekly as she flew to Los Angeles from Australia. "It's too embarrassing. I don't want to go out anymore. I don't want to party. This has really made me think about changes I want to make."

Even during this interview, in a secluded corner of Oscar's eatery in the Waldorf, Hilton draws gapes from diners, waiters, busboys. In person, she is an innocuously pleasant mix of languid, jaded entitlement and giggly every-girl awkwardness. She saunters in clad in a powder-blue velour sweat suit, her perilously low-cut pants perched on those narrow boyish hips.

"Everywhere we go, people know us," she admits.

"Last night, we were at the party for Elite Models, and there were no cabs on 42nd Street, so we walked. Every single person, even those 80 years old, were surrounding us and taking pictures. We stood there for literally an hour. It was really annoying."

That gawking is the result of Hilton's relentless pursuit and attainment of a peculiar sort of celebrity. She's famous purely for being famous — for being sexy, saucy Paris. Her friends swear she's a good kid with big dreams, but she has a reputation as outsized as her inheritance, estimated at $30 million. Yet the tabloids tell a different story.

"She's really a smart, very nice person."

Sure, she wears skimpy dresses, prances down catwalks and jets from party to premiere. But Hilton, say those around her, is just having fun.

"She likes to go out and have a good time," says Manhattan publicist Lizzie Grubman, who has known Hilton for six years. "But that doesn't mean alcohol and drugs are involved."

In fact, insists Paris, she doesn't even hit the bottle. "I hate the taste of alcohol," she says. "When I'm drinking, I'm drinking Red Bull. When I was younger, yeah, I drank before."

It's that before, though, that's been raising eyebrows for the past six years. Back then, a teenage Paris, accompanied by Nicky, started hitting the New York party circuit full force. Big deal, shrugs Hilton, adding that "if you were 16 or 17 and invited to these parties, and you could get in, and you knew all those people, you'd go, too."

It was a feature in the September 2000 issue of Vanity Fair that first introduced the Hilton sisters as skin-baring, party-hopping, limelight-loving teen socialites. To this day, Hilton is furious about the article, calling the writer "mean-spirited. We were 18 and 15 at the time. To do that to little girls is so messed up. It was really hurtful. That was the beginning of it all, of everyone trying to be mean."

Now, Paris, the oldest daughter of Rick Hilton and his wife, former child actress Kathy Richards, wants to be taken seriously. She was born in New York, raised in Los Angeles and attended a slew of posh schools on both coasts, including Professional Children's, Dwight and Buckley and a school for troubled kids in Utah. Her father won't confirm if she ever earned a high school diploma. But, says Richie, who has been best friends with Hilton for years, "She's really a smart, very nice person. She's a good, good, good person, and if you spend 10 minutes with her, you know that."

But if you know Hilton at all, it's from seeing her strike saucy poses at the September premiere of Wonderland or the Scary Movie 3 bash. Hilton shrugs off her party monster image, saying she goes out only to promote her work and is home by 10 p.m., although most movie after-parties, at which Hilton is in frequent attendance, usually don't get going until well past that.

"They always want to get that money shot."

Suddenly, Hilton's social antics have been overshadowed by that notorious sex tape. It's still unclear who released the video of Hilton and Salomon having sex. She was 19, he 30. A three-minute preview appeared on the Internet, but the Hiltons threatened to sue anyone who released the tape. Salomon, who still has the original and says he had nothing to do with the tape going public, has filed a $10 million slander suit against the Hiltons for their "cold, calculated and malicious campaign to portray Salomon as a rapist who took advantage of a sweet and innocent girl."

During the course of this interview, Hilton bragged that she had wised up about getting down and dirty in photo shoots or on the screen.

"I'm so smart now," she says. "Everyone is always like, 'Take your top off.' Sorry, no! They always want to get that money shot. I'm not stupid."

Richie, who has spoken to her pal since the tape was first leaked, says Hilton is "hanging in there. She's doing the best she can."

It's doubly difficult, says Grubman, because Hilton is "very sensitive. She cares what people think about her."

Grubman is no stranger to scandal. She went to jail for 60 days after backing her SUV into a crowd outside a Hamptons nightclub in July 2001 and injuring 16 people.

Her advice? "Be strong. She should keep on keeping a low profile, and she'll survive this."

Some aren't shocked that Hilton, who in real life and on her Fox show sashays around in sky-high stilettos, butt-baring jeans and plunging tops, has now starred in a skin flick. Simon Doonan, author of Wacky Chicks: Life Lessons From Fearlessly Inappropriate and Fabulously Eccentric Women and creative director of the ultra-stylish Barney's New York, has socialized with Hilton. She seems, he says, "like a delightful girl who took a wrong turn and adopted a slutty style that's had a profound effect on her life."

"I'm trying to work hard."

Hilton has no plans to join the family business and doesn't regret bypassing college. "I don't feel it's necessary for me, for what I want to do. I just think me wasting four years. I'm just pulling myself back."

What she wants to do is sing and act, ambitions that make her dad "very proud." She's recording her first album and landing small roles in this year's gritty Wonderland and the comedy The Cat in the Hat as a club-goer. Aside from her cameo in Zoolander, Hilton has no desire to "be Paris Hilton in every movie. I want to be an actress."

That's why she decided to star in The Simple Life, one of the hundreds of shows that she says have been offered to her. "Everything we do is real, but I was just playing a part. If I knew what everything was and did everything right, it wouldn't be funny."

Perhaps for the first time in her life, Hilton had a midnight curfew. She was up at dawn every day to work. "It was more than milking cows," she says. "We had so many jobs. We worked in fast-food restaurants, as taxidermists, in a gas station, as commercial fishermen."

She does none of the above in Hollywood, where she shares a mansion with Nicky. Paris wakes up at 9 or 10 a.m., goes to auditions or acting classes, lunches with girlfriends, shops "a little, but not every day. I'm trying to work hard and do something with myself."

Although she has been linked with everyone from Sum 41's Deryck Whibley to Jamie Kennedy and Sugar Ray's Mark McGrath, Hilton laughs at her rumored romantic exploits. She says she wants to "find the right guy and get married."

Like her mother, who had Paris at 18, Hilton plans on being a young mom.

"I want to have kids in the next two or three years. I just haven't found the right person. I can't wait to have a little daughter and dress her up."

And, hopefully, teach her to keep the clothes on — and cameras off.


Paris Hilton wants to be famous for more than just being famous...

[By Vanessa Grigoriadis]

What you think of Paris Hilton, what she thinks of herself and what she's really like are three entities so separate and distinct that if they were people they wouldn't end up in the same room. You think -- if you think of her at all -- that Hilton, 22, is a stupid, spoiled, superficial socialite who dresses like a high-class escort and, given the recently disclosed pornographic video she made with an ex-boyfriend, probably acts like one, too. She thinks she's a pet lover who donates to charity, does not drink or do drugs and hardly ever goes out. "I am not a party person," says Hilton, blinking her catlike royal-blue eyes. "Mostly I like to spend time with my dogs."
There is possibly only one person on the planet from whom this sounds utterly insane, and that is Paris Hilton, America's most famous example of someone who is famous for going out. But at this scene-y Japanese restaurant in West Hollywood, right after she tells the waiter to turn the heat off or she's "going to die," Hilton maintains that this is fact. Fact, even though in the coming week or so she will attend the reopening of Mynt, a nightclub in Miami, a benefit party for the Carl Wilson Foundation, a Whipped Couture party, Usher's twenty-fifth birthday party, the premiere of Scary Movie 3 and the launch party for a new Dior watch. "I hate clubs -- so lame," she drawls, picking at her sashimi, in a Valley Girl voice as deep and low-pitched as Romy and Michele's. "I never go to them."

As if to substantiate this, Hilton, the great-grandchild of the Hilton Hotels founder, is very un-Paris-Hilton-looking tonight, wearing sneakers and sweat pants, with her long blond hair, which is mostly extensions, tucked under a baby-blue trucker cap. She's tired: All day she's been doing interviews for The Simple Life, her new reality show on Fox with childhood friend Nicole Richie, as well as tending to her ill grandmother at the hospital (no, really), so she says that tonight, after dinner and a brief stop at her sister Nicky's twentieth-birthday party held at a promotional party for the MTV show Made, she's going straight home. Nicky -- the younger, plainer and relatively more studious sister (Paris finished high school after a few months of home schooling) -- is already at the club, and Paris' friend Casey Johnson, a Johnson & Johnson heiress, keeps calling her, bugging her to show up already.

"Babe, we're on our way," Hilton says, as she picks up another king crab roll. "Bitch, we're in the car!" Hilton spends an inordinate amount of time on her phone: "This summer, I was in Greece on a boat with no cell phone," she says. "It kind of sucked, but if I had it, someone would call and be like, 'What are you up to tonight?' And I'd be like, 'I'm in the middle of the ocean, asshole.' "

Hilton barely makes it to the club in time for the cake, which is huge and ringed with pink roses. It's dim in here; still, everyone looks vaguely familiar. There are actors from Boston Public and Roswell, the guy who played the guy who owned the club on 90210, a couple of Playboy Playmates, a porn star and Tara Reid, who throws her jacket down next to Hilton.

"I need a drink," says Reid. She grabs a bottle of vodka off the table (when you're a Hilton, there's free everything wherever you go) and doffs her plaid Burberry cap. "Hat? No hat?" she asks.

"Hat is cute," says Paris. "I love hat."

"Yeah," says Nicky.

It's at about this time that Paris disappears for twenty minutes.

She returns refreshed and embraces actress Jennifer Esposito. "I want to go out!" she announces, then smiles broadly, tipping her chin to the sky. "I'm the kind of person that if I see a shooting star, I wouldn't stay there and watch it," she says. "I'd run to my friends and tell them, because I want everyone to see it, too."

Hilton makes a beeline for the door through the crowd. "My friend is pregnant, and we have to get to a hospital!" she yells. On the street, she laughs and laughs. Simon Rex, former MTV VJ, appears. "God, he's hot," she whispers. He kisses her cheek. "Where are you going?" he asks.

"Nacional, Nacional," she says, then runs away, toward her car. "We're going to another club -- Deluxe. It's hard for people to get in there, and I don't want them to feel bad."

Pulling into Deluxe's parking lot, Hilton sticks her entire upper torso out of the car and calls to a group of girls with their backs to her, walking away.

"Tatiana!" she screams. "Tatiana! Get that fucking bitch over here!"

The girls don't turn around.

"Shit," says Hilton, ducking back into the car. "Maybe her name isn't Tatiana."

The paparazzi are gathered outside Deluxe, a celebrity hangout attracting the likes of Ashton and Demi, and Hilton vamps for the cameras for a few minutes, making that pout she always makes, prancing back and forth. "Paris is the best," one cameraman says.

A friend of Hilton's puts it this way: "The girl is really strange."

That Hilton is strange, or at least not at all how you imagined her, is immediately apparent: She's loopy, kooky, possessed of that vacant It Girl quality wherein you're never supposed to know exactly what you're doing, but whatever you're doing is fabulous. Though Hilton got a credit card at nine, started going to nightclubs at sixteen and has been on intimate terms with both ever since, to this day she remains childlike, maintaining an excessively close relationship with her mother, herself a minor child TV star. In some ways, Hilton is best described as resembling a teenage raver, a gawky, lanky adrenaline junkie with a bad case of attention-deficit disorder (she says she was diagnosed with it as a kid). It's the ADD, Hilton says, that gives the false impression that she's on drugs, and at least a half-dozen times tonight, she tells me that she doesn't do them. But on three separate occasions, friendly acquaintances ask, "Paris, you got any weed?" Hilton also says that she doesn't drink, and she doesn't at all tonight -- except for Red Bull. About ten of them.

What she spends most of her time doing this evening is dancing: From the time she starts, she never stops, calling out the words to every club hit, all of which she knows, from "Black Sheep" to "Nether," and moving around in a way that's loose, takes up a lot of space and is surprisingly asexual. "My boyfriends always tell me I'm not sexual," says Hilton. "Sexy, but not sexual."

This is a statement that's hard to square with Hilton's most notorious moment to date, a twenty-five-minute pornographic tape that is supposedly soon to be available on the Internet but won't be if her family's lawyers have anything to do with it. It's a graphic, grainy home video that she made with Rick Solomon, a very well-endowed online-gambling entrepreneur once married to Shannen Doherty and with whom Hilton had a fling when she was nineteen (Solomon denies any role in the release of the tape). Despite claims from Hilton's spokeswoman that she was nearly unconscious, Hilton, wearing little more than heavy eye makeup and a mischievous grin, scampers about the bed with glee during the goings-on. As they fuck, she waves at the camera. "Hi," she says. Then her cell phone rings.

That someone would release such a video at the exact moment that Hilton is going to be a national TV star may be atrocious, but it certainly lends credence to myriad tabloid reports that have painted Hilton as an epic slut. After all, she's been romantically linked in gossip pages to Nicolas Cage, Lance Bass, Ashton Kutcher, Oscar de la Hoya, Leonardo DiCaprio, Edward Furlong, Jared Leto, Sugar Ray's Mark McGrath, Girls Gone Wild impresario Joe Francis, lesbian club owner Ingrid Casares, seventy-three-year-old Hollywood producer Robert Evans, Chicago Bears linebacker Brian Urlacher, Sum 41's Deryck Whibley and model Jason Shaw (she will cop to only the last two and says that she was in love only with Shaw).

The reality is that Hilton gets hit on with Pamela Anderson-style frequency -- tonight, it happens about once every five minutes -- and it's probable that she takes what she wants from what's offered. She's offered a lot, because any guy who finds himself in the same club as Paris Hilton is compelled, as if by some higher force, to try his luck. She'll humor him for a minute or so, then turn to whatever friend may be nearby, extending her middle finger and rolling her eyes.

"All the guys talk to Paris," Johnson says. She had a date tonight, but he stood her up and is now across the room with someone else. Paris wants to know who he is.

"Don't tell her," says Johnson. "She'll go over there!"

Paris cranes her neck; Nicky leans toward her sister's ear.

"No!" yells Johnson, pulling them apart. "Don't!"

Paris backs away. "Whatever," she says, walking out of the club. "It sucks balls here."

For hilton, the worst thing that you can be is a "Debbie." That means you're "desperate" or "hungry," that you want fame and attention, but you can't yet figure out how to get it. It's also what she calls a lot of people who have, in her estimation, used her name to get theirs into the press, such as Joe Francis, who went on Howard Stern a few months ago and said that Hilton was a nice girl -- when she's not drunk. When is that? Stern asked. "Sundays," Francis said.

Indeed, Hilton won't take any responsibility for the nocturnal high jinks that she's been a part of, at least according to the press. She blames Shannen Doherty for their catfight at Deluxe last spring, which supposedly ended with Doherty pelting Hilton's car with eggs. ("[Doherty] said, 'Let's go outside and fight,' but that's so trashy," Hilton said. Doherty, naturally, denies this.) Then there was the time that Lisa Marie Presley threw a drink at Hilton, who ran out of the bar screaming, "Lisa Marie just threw a drink at me because she thinks I fucked Nic Cage!" (Presley denies tossing the cocktail.) Nor will Hilton admit to the report of March 2003, also at Deluxe, that she threw ice cubes and cigarette butts at Sarah Howard, a wanna-be actress who was flirting with Shaw.

Howard, Hilton says, is a Debbie: "She's desperate. That girl wants to be something."

Ten minutes after hilton leaves Deluxe, she's dancing at another club, Nacional, with the crowd from the MTV party -- JC Chasez, Cris Judd, Reid and "so many cheesy girls, jeez," says Hilton. There's Miss Hawaiian Tropic 2003, in a fishnet bodysuit, a black leather cap set high on her winged hair. "I love your outfit," Hilton tells her, laughing. Next she sees a chesty blonde in a tiny red halter top and jeans slung so low she must be entirely shaved. "She's, like, a hooker Barbie," Hilton whispers. She taps her on the shoulder and says, "Hey, Debbie."

"Debb-a-Debb-Debb Debbie," Reid sings, up in her face.

The hooker Barbie looks confused. "But my name is Tiffany," she says.

Paris turns toward Nicky, who's dancing with rap star Eve. "You should've come to Nicky's birthday party," Paris tells Eve.

"I just turned twenty-five," says Eve and covers her face with her hands. "So old!"

"No, you're not, you're young," drawls Paris, hitting her in the thigh playfully.

Eve starts talking about how she spent her birthday. "And I went to Bliss," she says, puffing up her chest, paw tattoos peeking over her top. "It was dope."

"Eww," says Paris. "I hate that place."

This moment reveals the class rift between Hilton and Eve: Bliss is a New York spa that's marketed as upscale and exclusive but isn't pricey or luxurious enough for the likes of Paris Hilton. In the same way it's uncool to talk shit about a friend's cheap car if you have a BMW, it's verboten among women to dis another girl's spa -- to imply that a massage she thinks is awesome isn't good enough for you. Eve reels back and doesn't talk to Hilton for the rest of the night, though Hilton keeps offering her encouraging smiles.

In any case, it's getting late. Reid is shrieking into her phone: "Tell him if he doesn't get here in five minutes, I'm going to fuck him up personally!"

"Red Bull!" yells Hilton, to no one in particular.

Outside the club, it's like a carnival. There are video cameras from E!'s Celebrities Uncensored, a corn-dog stand, a bunch of bums begging, at least a dozen paparazzi, a line of cops yelling for people to move it along and everyone from the club asking everyone else where the afterparty is. An endless stream of guys thrust invites to other parties into Hilton's hand. "This is for tomorrow, Paris," says one.

"God, Debbie," she says.

"What?" he asks.

"Nothing," says Hilton, putting the flier in her pocket. "Cool."

Johnson gives her keys to someone she thinks is a valet, but he never returns. She starts to freak out, running up and down the street trying to find him. "This is hungry," says Hilton, dashing toward the parking lot. "Let's get out of here." A bum runs after her, yelling, "Paris! I saw you on the TV!"

"Aww, thank you, honey," Hilton says, then tells me, "Jack Osbourne and I took that bum to dinner once."

A minute later, he speeds by in a white Volkswagen van, tooting his horn.

"Look, the bum has a car," says Hilton excitedly. "So cute!"

Though Hilton has both beauty and money in spades - her inheritance is estimated at $30 million -- for all her talk of Debbies, Hilton is stuck in a weird purgatory of celebrity that is itself crowded with Debbies. She herself is desperate -- desperate for respect, desperate for someone to recognize that she is more than just a party girl, a face famous for being famous.

Though Hilton has been taking acting classes three times a week, she's found it difficult to land roles that aren't riffs on her public profile, such as her cameos in Wonderland and Zoolander. In Japan, she and Nicky are superstars -- they are spokes-women for a line of local handbags as popular as Gucci is here, and their faces loom on billboards. ("We have to wear wigs," says Hilton of her trips to Tokyo. "I love wearing a wig.") Stateside, though, Hilton has little more going on than a jewelry line, a makeup line she says she's launching in the spring and, most important, The Simple Life.

"People have this preconceived notion of me that is not who I am," says Hilton of her decision to do the Fox show. "I'm not a little rich girl who hasn't worked a day in her life. I'm smart, I'm sweet, I'm nice. I'm a good person." It's odd, this defensiveness; Paris Hilton shouldn't have to answer to anybody, and she repeatedly insists that she doesn't care what people think of her. Plus she gets offers daily from all sorts of people who want to "work with her." She's recording an album with one of Chasez's producers, Rob Boldt; Chasez has written a song for her as well. "Paris' stuff is like old Prince, old Michael Jackson," says Boldt, who accompanies her out tonight.

This evening's afterparty is at the recording studio of DJ Lethal, a.k.a. Leor DiMant of Limp Bizkit. He's in the parking lot, zipping around on a yellow motorbike with the plate 666. "Sammy Hagar's in Mexico, but rock & roll's gotta live," he says.

In the studio, a dozen people dance around, including Bizkit drummer John Otto and some Iranian girls from the club. Someone is using a pipe made out of a Slinky covered with lampshade paper. Simon Rex and Hilton sit on a couch, playing with a Mini-Me doll. Lethal talks to Paris about recording a song. "I don't want to be Paris Hilton," she says solemnly. "What is that? Who cares? So my family owns hotels. I didn't do it. I want to be 'Paris.'"

"My car," wails Johnson, who is now calling impound lots. In the meantime, I go to get my purse, and it's not where I left it. Hilton's is gone, too. We look all over. She's worried about her passport -- she's supposed to go to Germany in two days -- plus her platinum-and-diamond Franck Muller watch, worth about $20,000. Nervous, she's gone from supermodel perfection to Macaulay Culkin, all clownlike lips and doleful eyes. The room empties out; the Iranian girls leave along with Rex. A couple of guys ask what's happening.

"We got jacked, man," says Hilton, scraping the floor with her sneaker. "People are always stealing my stuff. This happens all the time. Everyone is mean."

"No way," says a guy in a hoodie. He starts to look for the bags -- and he finds hers behind the couch, minus her wallet and watch. A few seconds later, he finds mine under some movers' blankets. It seems strange that he could have found both purses in such a messy place in such short order, and we leave hurriedly, confused. It's still black outside as we wind through the Hollywood hills, but dawn is near.

"God, I can't believe I stayed out this late," says Hilton. "I never do that."

Source: Rolling Stone

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