Yesterday, we mentioned Paris Hilton's obsession with texting while the William Rast models stomped past her. Well, she's at it again, and this time she's got company This photo was taken DURING a show on Tuesday:
REALLY? Fashion shows, once they start, generally last a maximum of ten minutes. You can't put that thing down for TEN MEASLY MINUTES? I seriously doubt they're being paid by a media outlet to Twitter their ways through the tents, especially if it meant not even watching the clothes. If I were your mother, and right now I'm so thrilled not to be, I would march right up to your busy little fingers and rip those stupid machines right out of them. You were invited to attend a show. You are probably being PAID to be there. Paid ACTUAL money. DURING A RECESSION. I'm so sure the designer forked over cash for the privilege of having you look bored in the front row the whole time. If you don't want to be there, give your seat to somebody who does. If you do, well, then SHOW A LITTLE COURTESY, APES.
I realize this has nothing to do with their clothes -- we could talk about Paris's dopey white fishnets and giant tie, though; it's what a four-year old might wear in an Olan Mills photo, posed next to a large tree -- but truly, bad manners make you fuglier than anything you could put on your body.
