Digs up the Hollywood dirt. Fearless. Pink hair. Yes, I am talking about the queen of gossip, Perez Hilton. He is the looney, eccentric man who seems to know absolutely everything, often times a little too much of everything. His diction is unconventional and slightly strange, yet intrigues the millions of viewers and draws them to his hot pink website day to day like a moth hypnotized by light. He is always there, reliable like a parent, there to comfort you with his pictures, doodles, odd choice of capitalization and punctuation, made up words (pretty sure he’s making these up off the top of his head as he’s jabbing away at his keyboard). The boarder represents the Hollywood hills sign, yet has replaced it with his “name.” I find this metaphorically resembles how he represents Hollywood- he IS Hollywood. His sarcasm bleeds through the black words on the page like a wound reopened. I can see his humorous outrage over the idiocy of Lindsay Lohan leaving a club intoxicated, or his utter happiness when he is able to prove a story right when it is noted as wrong in the tabloids. You can see through his excitement that he takes pride in his information and tells the world with a sassy manner of revealing. Like a five year old to another: “I’m right. You’re Wrong”. That kind of attitude. There are a handful of examples of his quirky character combined with this sense of “I’ll do and say whatever I want.” In one post alone, he uses multiple exclamation marks, and creates words by combining them (not gonna lie, I do this all the time, along with the numerous other children in Generation Y who are to lazy to say long words so we just say them together), all while feeding us what we’re rummaging through the internet for. He reveals:
“…resulting in over 50 arrests for drunk and disorderly behavior, and 6 ambulances being called to the venue to take care of the drunks and the drugged.
Holy SHIZ!!!
As if the story couldn't get any crazier, Inspector Mike Coleman, apparently one of the most CHILLAX cops ever, insists the amount of debauchery was "not bad, (for) a full moon and a nice hot night."
No one over fifty would be comfortable with these words, let alone know what they mean or how to translate them. The reason we are fascinated with his language is because it is how we ourselves speak, how we communicate with each other. His choice of words and short stories can often be related to a secret code. Something fun for us to engage in that only a certain age group can understand.
Perez delivers quality with his proof (through his photographs) and descriptions to follow. He is never without a visual, which is the most crucial part! Honestly, would you read a magazine if it didn’t have pictures? We were raised by picture books from the age we could start seeing, and the excitement still occurs years later. He curses. He draws scandalous artwork. He makes his statement and is over it within a matter of ten sentences. He is simply there to give you his point of view, the celebrities’ remarks, and somehow leads readers to agree with him by the end of the statement. He is manipulative but creative. He knows how to create a response with his kooky titles and blatant opinions, which keeps his audience coming back the following day for their “juice.” On an article for Kristin Cavallari, he reveals his disgust with her and the cast of the show without even saying those words. He writes:
“We say, BLAME KRISTIN CAVALLARI!!! Things were just peachy before that bitch showed up! We know you're with us, Audrina Patridge! Thank goodness you're getting your own show!”
His blogs are a hypnosis and he uses a subliminal messaging with his aggressive words like “blame” and “bitch”. Scandalous? Yes, which is his unique factor and competitive advantage above websites that discuss Hollywood. Legally, they can’t reveal personal views. Legally for Perez- Well, he is his own rulebook. Goodbye conservatism, Hello honesty!
He makes his stories accessible, and just enough for our daily fulfillment. Not too much, not too little. Like a drug influence on an adolescent, it keeps them wanting more. “Just one more time, I promise.” Right? No. So Wrong. Many more times. Once you pop, you can’t stop. He might not be good for you, but he’s good for your soul.
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