Paris Hilton allowed Esquire into her home for a private tour, because as we all now, people who read Esquire are rich, and there's nothing rich people love more than blond prostitutes with low IQs. Anyway, somewhere between the glowing pink chandelier and the pink Bentley, Paris Hilton said that she earned everything she had. From there, I kinda go blank, but I think I just yelled at my computer screen for 15 minutes straight.

"My house is kind of like a reflection of my life and my accomplishments and what I've done," Paris says in her serious voice. "And I've done it all on my own. When my parents and my grandfather came over for the first time, I was so proud. It just feels good to like walk around and be like ... I earned all this, you know? I see some of my friends I grew up with from rich families. Their parents spoiled them and they never made them work and just give them an allowance. And now they're like 30 and still living off the parents, having to ask for everything, being on a budget. It's nice to feel accomplished and independent. I don't have to depend on anyone but myself." (Source)

Oh, it's like the pot calling the kettle and irresponsible whore. But whatever, maybe she did earn it, you know? It must have been just unbearable being born to billionaire parents, right? Oh God, and having to ask them for anything she wanted as a kid? Rough, honey. Rough. And don't even get me started on appearing on a TV show where you make fun of poor people for not being as rich as you are, then having to endorse all those products you have absolutely no actual ties to whatsoever. Seriously, do you know how much work it is to pick up a pen and sign your name on a product you had absolutely no creative input on? It's SO unfair!