Chloe Parker would be a terrible role model if she were famous. Trouble is that she was about to be.
It started innocently enough, or as innocent as you can get on the dance floor of one of the hottest clubs in L.A.The nightclubs of L.A. are like soap operas, except they’re not Days of Our Lives; they’re more like Passions â€” crazy stuff happens, and no one bats a fake eyelash. There’s always some bizarre drama that plays out every night, and everyone in the cast â€” I mean, everyone â€”
is great looking, stoned, and/or drunk. It’s like a traveling freak
show that stars the youngest and hottest in Hollywood. It’s about fun,
and sex, and pseudo-danger.
Wow. Just wow. "Her first kiss, her first crush on a gay guy, the first time she saw Jimmy Choo sandals, the first time someone passed her a joint â€” all happened in a club." Can you hear that? That’s the sound of the world’s tiniest violin playing for Ms. Richie. For the love of jebus… If this winds up on a best seller list or Oprah’s book club, I’m calling it quits on books forever. Take a peak at what may be the worst book ever written. ever.. [MSNBC article]