A belated public thank you to Isaac (I’ve already thanked him via an email) for giving me some genealogy education—and, most importantly, for increasing the intimacy between me and Paris Hilton. As noted in a comment on a posting a while back, Isaac assures me that Paris and I are second cousins, not third cousins.
Where I had gotten confused—and you have to admit that this genealogy stuff is indeed confusing—is that Conrad Hilton’s parents are my great-grandparents, whereas they are Paris Hilton’s great-great-grandparents. So I was looking at things from Paris’ perspective, kind of a scary thought, rather than my own.
But Isaac says that a relationship between two people is ruled, so to speak, by the more senior person. Thus, if I find that Paris is my second cousin, while she finds that I am her third cousin, the perspective of the 55 year old philosophically-inclined writer takes precedence over that of the beautiful twenty-something party girl/actress/model. As it should, of course.
However, after watching a VH1 program about Paris and Nicky earlier in the week while I was on a stairmaster at our exercise club, I started to see Paris in a fresh light. Her shameless self-promotion and seemingly non-stop partying actually can be viewed as the implementation of a savvy business plan.
She is bringing in big bucks through sales of her clothing and accessory line, plus her acting and modeling career. A music CD also is in the works, and who knows what else. Paris has had much more than her fifteen minutes of fame, which takes skill and smarts to pull off. I’m beginning to think there is quite a bit more to Paris than meets the eye (though that alone certainly is pleasant enough to observe).