“One of my resolutions is to be the biggest slut as possible in oh nine,” blogger Perez Hilton (formerly Mario Levandeira) confessed at the launch party for his new book Red Carpet Suicide at Tenjune in the meatpacking district on a rainy Tuesday night.
The NYU grad reminisced about his co-ed dorm days. “I was a big ho back then,” he admitted with typical brashness. “I miss those days. My sex life is improving now because I lost weight,” he continued. “Not because I’m famous …or more famous. Maybe some fat gays can get cock but I wasn’t able to.”
Hilton hopes Red Carpet Suicide— a satirical survival guide for keeping up with the “hiltons” (lowercase) or people “we confuse for celebrities”—will prove to be a testament to the writing skills that his blog can’t showcase.
“I wanted to show people that I can write in full paragraphs. The website is very different” he explained, “[It’s] an art form all in itself.”
He continued, “The website is very of the now. The book analyzes that and explains why we’re so fascinated by celebrities and how people get famous.
Warning to readers: Take his advice with a shot of tequila. “I don’t really encourage people to do all these things. But good humor is based on truth.”
Meanwhile his co-writer, Life & Style editor Jared Shapiro, explained it this way: “It’s 33 percent funny, 33 percent scary and 33 percent outrageous. His idea, his image and his vision.”
“We would spend a lot of time of the phone laughing to ourselves about how insane celebrity culture has become. We always said the whole time we don’t have to make up things up—like Nicole Ritchie driving the wrong way down a highway. She actually did that. That’s really funny. It’s also really sad and really scary.”
The lack of celebs—this was a book party after all—meant I could more time with Hilton. And I wanted to know what gets him hot and bothered? “I’m sucker for blondes” he gushed. “And power bottoms.” Surprise, surprise. “Typical Latino gay,” he said before someone interrupted us to snap his photo.
The NYU grad reminisced about his co-ed dorm days. “I was a big ho back then,” he admitted with typical brashness. “I miss those days. My sex life is improving now because I lost weight,” he continued. “Not because I’m famous …or more famous. Maybe some fat gays can get cock but I wasn’t able to.”
Hilton hopes Red Carpet Suicide— a satirical survival guide for keeping up with the “hiltons” (lowercase) or people “we confuse for celebrities”—will prove to be a testament to the writing skills that his blog can’t showcase.
“I wanted to show people that I can write in full paragraphs. The website is very different” he explained, “[It’s] an art form all in itself.”
He continued, “The website is very of the now. The book analyzes that and explains why we’re so fascinated by celebrities and how people get famous.
Warning to readers: Take his advice with a shot of tequila. “I don’t really encourage people to do all these things. But good humor is based on truth.”
Meanwhile his co-writer, Life & Style editor Jared Shapiro, explained it this way: “It’s 33 percent funny, 33 percent scary and 33 percent outrageous. His idea, his image and his vision.”
“We would spend a lot of time of the phone laughing to ourselves about how insane celebrity culture has become. We always said the whole time we don’t have to make up things up—like Nicole Ritchie driving the wrong way down a highway. She actually did that. That’s really funny. It’s also really sad and really scary.”
The lack of celebs—this was a book party after all—meant I could more time with Hilton. And I wanted to know what gets him hot and bothered? “I’m sucker for blondes” he gushed. “And power bottoms.” Surprise, surprise. “Typical Latino gay,” he said before someone interrupted us to snap his photo.
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