"As Hilton’s fame grew wider and his commercial interests expanded beyond his blog to music promotion and whatever the hell television show it was that he did, there was a noticeable decline in both the aesthetics of his splooge spurters and the underlying righteous anger which had previously provided them with so much moral weight. These days it’s rare to the point of extinction that a contemporary Hilton strikes one with that sharp, bracing honesty of old; if rumor is to be believed, Perez does not even sketch his own skeet anymore, leaving that task to a series of unpaid (and, clearly, uninspired) interns whose duties also include crafting the cocks from which said spunk emanates. (Hilton’s dongs, to be sure, were always the weakest arrow in his quiver, but they had a crude, folk art quality that owed more than a little bit to American primitives like Howard Finster and were consequently invested with a larger degree of authority than might otherwise have been the case.)"- Alex Balk from The Awl hilariously examines fames affect on celeb gossip blogger Perez Hilton, finding his evidence in Hilton's once infamous illustrations.
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