Every now and then, a celebrity does something that confirms - gawd bless 'em - that they are far wiser and far funnier than we'd given them credit for. After all, their behaviour must be self-parodic, surely?
Brian Harvey insisting that he'd managed to run over his own head when he was sick out of his car after eating too many jacket potatoes? Hilarious! Tom Cruise claiming that his fondness for the Beckhams is purely based on appreciation of athletic prowess? Genius! This kind of self-reflective commentary on the nature of celebrity just blows our minds and warms our souls.
And now we must add Nicole Richie to the list of philosophical celebrities in light of her invitation to her Memorial Day barbecue. Nicole, your post-modern, self-aware wit has brought light to the dark hell in which we assumed you resided. I think it's the total lack of punctuation except the crucial triple exclamation marks at the end that really brings the sugar-free maraschino cherry to this ketamine cake:
My fellow Americans its that time of year To celebrate our country by drinking massive amounts of beer Let's stand together as one, live the American dream Take shots, pass out, & wake up with our pants ripped open at the seems Let's glorify this day in your sluttiest tops and your tightest pair of tsubi jeans Even though we have no fucking clue what Memorial Day really means!!
Mashas House Sunday May 28th, at 2pm XXXXX Crest Court Beverly Hills, Ca 90210
There will be a scale at the front door. No girls over 100 pounds allowed in. Start starving yourself now. See you all then!
