You know, I am someone whose opinion of celebrities is not terribly hard to change. I get sick of people I used to like (Katherine Heigl) and decide that I kind of dig people I used find annoying (Ashlee Simpson and Pete Wentz — I can’t help it, he seems funny). I start to have sympathy for people I used to be sick of (Jessica Simpson) and I get bored of people having the same old problems all the time (Jennifer Aniston). But I have never thought to myself, “you know, I was wrong about that Paris Hilton. She’s totally misunderstood.” She’s wearing a wreath of plastic flowers. On her head. At night. To a club. With that dress. And accessorized with yet another expression of Serene Love and Devotion. Even Benji Madden looks embarrassed.