Paris in the Summer

As Paris sits in her jail cell in Lynwood, I can't help but feel empathy for her. No, I didn't say that I feel sorry for her. I understand that what she did was wrong. Three years of law school taught me that much. It is clear that Paris doesn't want to go to jail and certainly doesn't want to stay there if she does, but it doesn't appear that she will be able to escape the public scrutiny if she doesn't do every last minute of her sentence. After the Sheriff Lee Baca debacle, the L.A. City Attorney Rocky Delgadillo is certain to make sure that Paris stays behind bars so that the Rockster can show how tough on crime he really is.

So why do I have empathy for Paris? Because she is a spoiled kid that never grew up. Paris, who need discipline and self-respect more than she needs another little dog or new car, can't seem to get the basic life skills from Mommy and Daddy. I won't start throwing stones because I'd hate for my glass house to start taking hits, but how can it not be evident to even the most casual observer that Paris is nothing more than an undereducated, overindulged child? Such a child needs love and discipline, neither of which she will get in the Lynwood jail.

I say to Rocky Delgadillo, if you really want to show how tough on crime you are, get Paris some help that will yield long-lasting results. What you have done here is give Paris fodder for future interviews, books, and maybe even videos. Nothing has been done to save Paris from herself.