I had a party the night I graduated from college, and, in lieu of party favors, I celebrated my academic liberation by fobbing off all of my least favorite college textbooks onto various guests. If memory serves me, I think I sent Meg's mom (poor woman) home with a copy of Jerry Oppenheimer's unbelievably trashy Martha Stewart biography, Just Desserts. I'd bought it for an American Studies course that required me to write a paper on a popular icon, and, after reading it, I decided that there was no way that Oppenheimer could possible sink any lower...

Until I saw this:


Wow. Slate.com describes this book as "deliberately lobotomized", but I expect that's actually being kind. Jerry Oppenheimer + Paris Hilton? Yeah: that might be one of the signs of the Apocalypse.

Labels: Hollywood