Infinite Monkeys
Ahh. Loving mother. Devoted daughter. Together again since Paris was released from prison.
Little did I know that the worst horror Paris experienced -- other than the yucky baloney sandwiches the Los Angeles County penal system considered "lunch" -- was the inhumane sleeping arrangements. Apparently, the taxpayers of Los Angeles have provided nocturnal conditions worse than Gitmo.
For Kathy Hilton, the toughest part about daughter Paris Hilton's being in jail – and on the other side of the glass partition that separated them during visits – was "seeing the rashes on her arms and face from the thin sheets." ...For Paris's homecoming, her mother wished to comfort the Simple Life star, so she set up a room in what, she said, "used to be the baby nursery for the grandchildren at [Paris's grandfather's] house. I had fresh, really soft towels, and really soft sheets and one of those really soft, cuddly [blankets] called 'my blankey,' and nice soft pillow cases."
Kathy Hilton's rationale, she said, was that Paris – who currently is "spending time with her cousins in Malibu getting ready to go back to work" – had "been in jail, obviously with the very thin sheets and one pillow and one little thin blanket. That's how [inmates] get rashes. It feels like sandpaper."
I don't know why I'm so interested in this never-ending story. Perhaps because it's as silly as anything that has made "news" in ages. Or maybe it's because I believe that the idea of killing an innocent by driving drunk won't change Paris' ways -- but the idea of enduring another night with sheets at a thread-count under 1,000 is just too much to bear.