Sing Paris Sing

As a culture, how low can we sink? How little do we care about talent? Well somewhere out there, I believe, a record executive was having this conversation, give or take. Then that same executive made a preposterous statement. Someone else called "Bullshit." And I like to believe a bet was wagered. I hope it wasn't money. I hope it was more about pride. I want to think that that same record producer said, "I could make Paris Hilton a hit single."
"No way," said his friend. "Can she even sing?"
"Who cares? It's not the point."
"Won't work."
"Care to bet."
"Winner mows the losers lawn in a dress."
Now wanting to see her embarrassing herself pornographically makes sense to me in a Paparazzi/traffic accident kind of way. (For those who can't resist: graphic stills from One Night in Paris) Even her "reality" TV show makes sense in that same way. But we've gone too far when this vapid, stick creature who offers nothing more than having inherited a vast hotel empire is celebrated for "singing" a pathetic song she neither wrote nor played.
My only hope, is that somewhere some guy is mowing a lawn in one of her outfits.