I Finally Watched the Documentary, “This Is Paris” on YouTube
I think the first time I’d ever heard of Paris Hilton was when I was a teenager living in Bermuda and my sister who was in University in London, bought the DVD’s of The Simple Life, probably at HMV at Heathrow airport, and we, for the first time of our lives, did, what we currently call, — Binge Watching.
We were completely captivated. No reality show at the time was not about people either trapped on an island or in a house and being spied on. To us, those shows were creepy and weird and a derivative of The Blair Witch Project. In contrast, The Simple Life was female centric first of all, and more authentic to what we were feeling was in the air, but didn’t know quite how to articulate it for ourselves yet. Like a Thelma & Louise but they’re rich and do what they want instead of have a plot line around dating, getting married, or wanting children. Don’t get me wrong, those things are beautiful and ultimately what makes life enriching, but to constantly skip to the end of the female journey, without letting girls be girls along the way to getting to that place in your life, because the narrative has always been from a kind of ‘creepy old white man’s gaze,’ really spoke to any girl that also didn’t resonate to Vladimir Nabokov’s book, “Lolita.”
Also, men/boys make it so easy for us to get attention from them when they boil our value down by putting us into roles, playing a doormat personality who always looks like she’s under the age of 27. If that’s all we have to do to keep you satisfied, that you’ve dug your own grave gentlemen. Now with the amount of plastic surgery available to make women look ‘naturally’ beautiful, you are going to be bewildered and potentially frustrated by how you ended up feeling used or emotionally neglected. Hot tip: the man who values his emotional life beyond his appreciation for physical beauty and/or cuteness will earn the respectful loyalty you desire.
That being said, when watching “This Is Paris,” I was kind of taken back to that era of my earlier life, yet with the head of the post #MeToo era. How did we get away with shaming women who were clearly suffocating from Patriarchal norms? How could we easily blame someone’s ‘bad behaviour’ as worthy of criticism? Why do we love to hate on celebrities? Okay I’m not going to answer that last question. In my opinion, there is a false sense of security when there is a ‘golden rule’ to which we have to subscribe our lives to, but specifically acting without a conscience. It’s like going to the grocery store with a grocery list for a birthday party ingredients list and being completely emotionally removed from the items you’re about to spend your money on, or life.
It’s not a good or bad Documentary. It’s a necessary story to be told about trauma, abuse, and neglect, and why you shouldn’t care to be outraged about someone’s surface behaviour you hear about in gossip media.
And so it happened. We can search the whole world to curate more of these types of stories. Until what end? To prove to the world we are not alone? To help another one out? All noble things certainly, but what about doing the healing thing?
Imagine a future where we enjoy pleasure and freedom, happiness and contentment thanks to our ability to take care of our personal needs. Where we free ourselves and just be. Where we can express ourselves comfotably without judgement and nurture to understand our community’s needs for giving us a place in society with a unique sense of purpose?
Paris Hilton in my childhood was not my idol, but she certainly was prolific as her own woman making her way in her life, and living from a place of pleasure and enjoyment, which of course is sexual by nature, but knowing what drives your sense of happiness is attractive and that is what she was always confident at being in contrast to so many other women who fell victim to the patriarchal paradigms of the past and are to numb to their own traumas to get past judging others for their jailbreaks.
If you haven’t seen it yet, here she is…