“I love Cash Money,” she told me. “They have so many great artists who support me.”
“But they’re self-made,” I said to Paris. “They came from troubled backgrounds. Do you fit in with this crew of self-made men?”
“Birdman and Slim literally came from nothing, and they’ve built a huge music empire,” Paris said. “Obviously, I came from money, but I easily could have been another trust fund kid. I chose not to. I chose to be independent. I wanted to do something on my own. I am self-made.” She gestured at her house (the pillows, stripper pole, and DJ equipment) which was an extension of her brand. “I did this all by myself.”
She’s got a point. In New York, there’s dozens of rich kids with CEO’s and movie stars for parents who eat lunch on Tuesdays. None of them have build a business empire, let alone find any employment whatsoever. Paris believes this is why her fans love her. “I think a lot of girls look up to me because I created a big brand,” Paris said. Occasionally, Paris meets these young girls on Twitter and then becomes friends with them—she claims she regularly texts with 20 of them on BBM.
Paris believes this vision of her brand fits in with her music career. “I don’t say, ‘I’m a DJ,’” Paris says. “I’m a business woman, but I’m also an artist, so I sing and DJ as well. This is just part of my brand. I think personal brands are the future. It’s cool when a person can actually be a brand.”
Imagine how bummed you’d be if you were a normal dude who couldn’t get a girlfriend and then you saw this picture of 79-year-old Charles Manson and his 25-year-old fiancée.
Kids Telling Dirty Jokes
Kids Telling Dirty Jokes is our new series that features tiny comedians we found on Craigslist. This episode stars Gigi, an adorable straightlaced kid whose parents forced her to say filthy jokes on camera for a little bit of money.
The Exploited Laborers of the Liberal Media: Interns
Editor’s note: For years, VICE has used part-time unpaid interns—a practice that we recently halted. Our current policy is to pay interns $10 an hour and limit them to 20 hours a week during the school year and 25 hours a week during the summer.
I was 21 years old when I took out my earring, combed my hair, and tried concealing my distaste for power and Washington, DC, in order to ask questions at press conferences. It was the summer of 2006, and I had just left college to go work for a small, do-gooding nonprofit that covered Capitol Hill for public radio.
I went through the whole experience of being a journalist in the nation’s capital: attending deadly boring policy luncheons, interviewing near-dead lawmakers and dead-inside lobbyists, and dying a little inside myself every time I saw my work “edited”—turned into shameful garbage—before going on air.
Like any other reporter, I pitched stories at morning meetings and then did the legwork to put them together, in the process learning the job. While my gut impulse at first was to righteously confront the powerful with strident questions highlighting their logical inconsistencies and factual errors, I soon found it was often smarter to affect an earnest demeanor just a hair shy of sarcastic. You need to let the person being interviewed explain why he is terrible, which is more easily done when he thinks you are stupid or on his side.
The NSA should make a dating site that puts people together based of their porn searches
I’ve never related to a fictional character more in life.
breaking of the bread
I will forever reblog this it’s like porn for stoners
This looks so cool.
Me..cause i only have 18hr. Left to do this final and i probably wont get the laptop till wayyyy later tonight.
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