Lest you think that Paris Hilton is a money-hungry, talentless flibbertigibbet who will sign over her name and image to any crappy product (perfume! stickers! ghost-written books! glittery thongs for kindergarteners!), think again. She is, in reality, an incredibly aware businesswoman with a highly-tuned nose for successful branding. In fact, she recently told a newspaper that there have been plenty of ventures she's turned down, including a Paris Hilton fuckdoll:
"I turn down perverted things, some sex things. Like a Paris Hilton blow-up doll. They were like: 'They'll sell for $50,000 each, it'll be the real-life you.' And I'm like: 'I really don't want a real-life me with anyone, anywhere. No!'"
She acts as if she is too discerning and brimming with morals to have a doll made in her image that men would stick their appendages into, but in reality, she was probably just afraid that–there being little difference between the real Paris and a silent doppelganger made of plastic with a few strategic holes and a mound of Fraggle hair–friends and family would be humiliated after taking DollParis to Hyde. Or to Grandma's for Easter dinner. And then everyone would look at DollParis and say, "Man, isn't Paris looking great these days? And she's being really funny and charming today. What's her secret?"
Pics of Paris are doll-like and humpable at MrSkin.com.
