Stupid Girl, as Hilton calls herself in her darker moments, was born in New York when she was a teenager. She came alive in the bass-pounding, lights-flashing environment of the nightclub, which she began visiting at the age of 12. She grew up a beneficiary of the Hilton Hotels fortune, a lover of tiny animals (rats, ferrets, Chihuahuas), a nightmare at school (she has ADHD and does not care for academics), and a tomboy. S tar, as her dad calls her, was born in New York City in the winter of 1981. As social media turns us all into mini Hiltons, posing and posting and performing the minutiae of our lives, mining them for content, that is a practice I hope we all can emulate. She is never letting us in on the real one.
She performed one Paris Hilton for 20 years she is now performing a more balanced, more mature version. The major revelation of her book is just how good she is at doing all this-creating a character, playing the character, selling the character. They’re completely different.” (Incidentally, Hilton is talking to me in her normal speaking voice, which is dusky and languid and roughed-up with vocal fry, nothing like the babyish one I associate with her public persona.) “We’re putting on a mask when we’re going out into public and playing a character or just being what people want us to be or what they project onto us, in the way that some of my friends are playing a character on their TV show,” she says. That’s the term she uses for herself, and an apt one. Most of all, she is a performance artist. Read: Seven celebrities who published actually great memoirs A progenitor of and contributor to so many cultural phenomena: “nepo babies,” the phrase That’s hot, reality television, the Kardashian Cinematic Universe (Kim got her break organizing Hilton’s closet on TV), influencing as a career. A DJ and model, at the helm of a media-and-merch empire. An advocate who just got a piece of legislation to protect kids introduced in Congress. It is also a manual on how to construct a self for public consumption, a skill at which Hilton is an immortal genius and a practice she has helped mainstream into American culture, curving it into a ouroboros of ceaseless posting, commenting, buying, selling. Paris: The Memoir is a glimpse into the lifestyles of the rich and famous a dishy gift for her devoted fans, the Little Hiltons and a horrifying recounting of a life filled with exploitation and abuse. I do not believe this claim for a minute, nor do I believe that she believes it either.
So I would say it was definitely me,” she tells me over Zoom. It was like writing in a diary, speaking about things that I’ve never said out loud to anyone in my life, not my closest friends or family members. The Paris Hilton she describes in her best-selling new memoir is. T he Paris Hilton with whom I am familiar is not the real Paris Hilton, Paris Hilton tells me.
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