Who wants to be a Hilton and other trivial stuff…   While we were determined to never mention Paris unless it was in context with France, The Three Tomatoes just have to weigh in on the media obsession with Paris (as in Hilton) and now her mother!  We just don’t get it.    Here’s this spoiled rich anorexic looking young woman, with no apparent talents except for shopping, and exposing and exploiting herself to a frenzied paparazzi.    In fact, as we’ve watched this spectacle unfold over the past couple of years, it’s made us kiss the ground and thank our lucky stars that we don’t have daughters like her.   And now, as if the Paris reality TV shows weren’t enough of an insult to people with triple digit IQ’s, her mother is getting a reality show?   The premise of “Who wants to be a Hilton”, the latest foray into the inane world of reality TV,  is that young people from “less advantaged” backgrounds than the Hiltons, will be brought to New York City, and be tutored by “Mama” Hilton on things like the proper way to eat lobster, how to identify the foie gras from the dandelions, the art of the Brazilian bikini wax, and other such life altering events. The contestant who ultimately does the best job of ridding themselves of their middle class moral values will be crowned the winner and get to become an empty-headed, superficial socialite just like Paris.   Who would watch this dribble when you can tune into shows like Six Feet Under (a Three Tomato favorite). Okay, okay, so it’s about a totally dysfunctional family who happens to own a funeral home and features a “reformed” nymphomaniac married to adorable soul searching Nate, a husband (poor George) with several lose screws, a gay couple trying to decide whether to adopt or go the surrogate mom route, a schizoid boyfriend who’s off his meds, and the show always opens with a weird death scene.    Now that’s entertainment!   While we’re on a rant, can you believe the New York Metro area’s only “oldies station” WCBS FM changed its format a couple of weeks ago to a more “contemporary” format and ousted Cousin Brucie?  It was a sad day indeed for New York City baby boomers.  The Three Tomatoes grew up with Cousin Brucie—we had first dates, making out dates, and breaking up dates -- all while listening to Cousin Brucie.  This is the man who introduced the Beatles at Shea Stadium in 1965 for heaven sakes!   But there you have it.   The boomer generation just doesn’t matter to commercial WCBS FM.   Guess they’re appealing to the “Who wants to be a Hilton” crowd.   Thank goodness we boomers can vote with our substantial pocket books and sign up for Sirrus Satellite Radio (Cousin Brucie’s new home), Direct TV, TiVO and iPods and create our own “commercial” free entertainment networks.  Heck, those commercials aren’t for us anyway!     Copyright© 2005 The Three Tomatoes.   All rights reserved.

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