I was going to make some remark that tied the unfortunate fate of Paris Hilton’s T-Mobile account with the fall of France in 1940. Something about how the world is now marching down a virtual Avenue Des Champs-Elysees, taking mental notes and photos as they go. But really, if this is not an elaborate hoax or yet another successful attempt to lodge the image of Paris Hilton into our morning minds like a cheap Polaroid stuck to our bathroom mirror with duct tape, then we must recognize that the loss of one mobile user’s security affects us all. Because really, we’re not all that different from Paris Hilton, are we? Who among us is so certain that our own diamond-encrusted cell phone won’t be the next to be burgled? Are we so smug to think that the whole world might not be scrolling through our own celebrity-laden phonebook tomorrow?
That being said, we should all be ashamed for our gawking. To make ourselves feel better, I suggest that we all call Lil John and cheer him up with our own imitation of his trademark “YEAHH!!!” (I hear he loves that.)
