All this Paris Hilton mania is sooo overblown. But she's not the first, nor the last wild, beautiful, rich, spoiled, and clueless hotel heiress to go wild.
Flashback
One of the stunningly beautiful Marriott daughters, who shall remain nameless (let's just call her Daughter M), went to the same university as I did, and ran around with the same circle of friends. Like Paris, she was a wild child, running around the clubs in Park City and Salt Lake. Sick of the snow? Daughter M would grab some of her girlfriends, pile in the private plane and head for the warm climes of Santa Barbara or Los Angeles.
Not only did Daughter M bragg about blackmailing her parents into buying her a BMW, but she rarely attended class or even bothered to show up for tests or turn in assignments. She had a good point, "what are they going to do? Kick me out?" Not likely.
The university was riddled with all things Marriott. The Marriott School of Business. The Marriott Center (built for the basketball team). Her family money was everywhere. Alumni donations, especially the big ones, can keep just about any rich kid in school and outta academic probation.
I suppose if Paris had the inclination to go to college, she could get in to any school in the world. And like, Daughter M, wouldn't have to go to class, turn in assignments, or worry about such things as "academic probation" or "honor code violations." Nor would she be asked just exactly she was going to do with that Bachelor degree in American Studies.
Bitch.
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