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	<title>Comments on: Being Mean, Being Honest</title>
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		<title>By: DrÃ©</title>
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		<dc:creator>DrÃ©</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 08 Feb 2007 22:40:12 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Personally, I think Americans love to have something by which to measure and gauge their own normalcy. We like having something around that makes us feel better about who we are, even if it's on a subconscious level. If that something happens to be a washed up playmate or a divorced and dethroned queen of pop who apparently doesn't have the wherewithal to put on a pair of panties for going clubbing, then it's all the better. 

I mean, who cares if you're working a dead end job or have a weight problem when we can simply project all of our self-loathing onto some other hapless sap. Whether it's the ape-drape-sporting hick talking about sex with his sister on Jerry Springer or Paris Hilton falling down a flight of stairs (we can only hope), they allow us to forget about our own faults and follies; if for only a moment.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Personally, I think Americans love to have something by which to measure and gauge their own normalcy. We like having something around that makes us feel better about who we are, even if it&#8217;s on a subconscious level. If that something happens to be a washed up playmate or a divorced and dethroned queen of pop who apparently doesn&#8217;t have the wherewithal to put on a pair of panties for going clubbing, then it&#8217;s all the better. </p>
<p>I mean, who cares if you&#8217;re working a dead end job or have a weight problem when we can simply project all of our self-loathing onto some other hapless sap. Whether it&#8217;s the ape-drape-sporting hick talking about sex with his sister on Jerry Springer or Paris Hilton falling down a flight of stairs (we can only hope), they allow us to forget about our own faults and follies; if for only a moment.</p>
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