Most people would agree that it’s important to stay humble, remember where you came from and always thank those that helped you along the way. It’s like they say in Hollywood: never forget the little people. Or the big people. Hell, even Judi Dench got a temporary tattoo of Harvery Weinstein’s name on her butt as a thanks for making her film career happen. But that’s Dame Judi. And we’re not here to talk about clASS acts. Why would anyone ever expect KummyKakes Kardashian to remember where she came from? I doubt she’s able to remember what her real face looks like. But one person remembers where she started and the help she gave her. Paris Hilton. And no doubt Paris regrets every (Ray J) inch of help she gave her.
While Kim is busy defending Kanye West and his claim that he made Taylor Swift famous, there are people out there reminding us who to thank for the ass that ate the world. An Instagram user put up what is probably the best use of that “Famous” nightmare:
Us Weekly says that Paris, the original fame whore, god bless her, hit double tap on that picture earlier in the week. Paris probably hit the screen a few more times as her initial laughter turned into rage and then into tears. RIP that phone. If y’all need a reminder, Kim wasn’t always the contoured and fully waxed turd she is today. Sadly, those “clean my closet” GIFs we all love are fake. But, once upon a time, Kim was nothing more than Paris’s hanger on and a small business owner. But the fame went to her ass, and now we have to suffer things like this and Kanye statements like this.
This isn’t the first time Paris has subtly slapped at Kim’s rise to the top of the silicone heap. Back in 2015 in an interview with Yahoo, Paris said it was nice to “inspire people” and that she was “really proud of her and what she’s done.” You can hear Paris saying that in her baby whore voice and not her real, deep down husky true self voice. That’s something I admire about her. She’ll say something nice in a cutesy voice, but it’s also the mark of when she is shading your ass to the tenth degree.
We can in part hold Paris accountable for the state we’re in now, so by all means, send her a bouquet made of dookies. But she’ll always hold a special place in my heart. Without her, we wouldn’t have important pieces of art like this: