Vince Vaughn's One-Night-Cuddle-Stand Strikes Back Against Tabloids
A week ago, when Star magazine intercepted and then published an e-mail in which a Texas sorority girl told her sisters of the magical, nonpenetrative Budapest night she spent snuggling with Newly Single Famous Person Vince Vaughn, we thought that ill-advised missive might be the last thing (OK, besides the blog that was taken down shortly thereafter) we ever read authored by the Gamma Chi Delta. Today, however, she returns with an essay decrying her recent infamy in Allentown's Morning Call Online, lamenting the nation's general level of unhealthy interest in tabloid trash as much as her misguided faith that some harmless sharing of her firsthand experience of a celebrity's estimable cuddling skills would never be forwarded outside of her circle of trust:
I stand by the belief that while I may have made an error in judgment, I did nothing to deliberately hurt anyone, and acted as many young women in my position would. I spent time with a person of celebrity status, and chose to share it with a few close friends. My biggest mistake was putting my personal life in an e-mail that could be exaggerated, embellished and shared with others against my intentions. I was criticized and demeaned as a result of someone realizing they could profit from my humiliation.
What happened to me these past weeks was unfortunate, yes, but I am certainly not alone. Every day in the media, people are criticized, demeaned, and laughed at without rationale. We take pleasure in hating celebrities and public figures for no reason other than that it makes for good entertainment and money-making outlets. There are more Web sites and magazine articles dedicated to hating and gossiping about Lindsay Lohan and Paris Hilton than to informing young people about the crisis in Sudan, or the conflicts in Lebanon. We follow Britney's first nights out without Kevin more closely than we follow America's first female Speaker of the House. Is this really where we want the priorities of our culture to lie? Will the time ever come when our concern for the evolution of our world is greater than our obsession with others' personal matters?
She very may well have a point about this country's untoward obsession with every tabloid-documented celebutard gossip-fart over important world affairs [Ed.note—Research intern: Is Sudan the place that Clooney goes or where Angelina buys orphans? Or both? Also: Has this Speaker lady ever flashed her cooter getting out of a limo? Let me know.], but we have a question of our own for the collegiate cultural critic: Does Vince smell like Old Spice and licorice drops? We always kinda hoped he would.
