LA Weekly have printed an excerpt from a book by Neil Strauss "Everybody Loves You When You're Dead" in which Paris Hilton does absolutely nothing towards dispelling the myth that she's a hateful, over-priviledged cow with too much money and not enough brain in dat head.

The book (the author is the same guy that wrote the amazing Motley Crüe biography) looks amazing and is where the recent story about Courtney Love wanting to snort Kurt Kobain's ashes originated. Well among the tales of Gaga and Snoop is a segment featuring Paris Hilton being, whichever way you look at it, massively racist.

The excerpt probably hasn't made it into the final print copy (and even less chance of it making it to the UK version thanks to our stupid libel tourism rules) but here it is:

In 1999, shortly after moving to Los Angeles to vover pop culture for the New York Times, I ended up in a room with someone I'd never heard of before. She seemed to embody young Hollywood. She didn't want to be an actress, a singer, or a star - though she would soon become all three. The art form she'd chosen to embrace was partying. She was with a model friend of hers and talking about performing a sex show together for someone named Artie the previous night, then taking dirty photographs afterwards. In the background as we spoke, the movie 'Saving Private Ryan' was playing. After this conversation, she proceeded to get drunk on Midori Sours (each with six cherries in the glass), make out with David Faustino of 'Married...With Children', take a hit of ecstasy, play Britney Spears songs practically non-stop, and have a threesome. Maybe she said what follows for provocation and shock value. Maybe she didn't. You decide...

 

PARIS HILTON: I had a breast job when I was fourteen, but my mother made me take them out.

 

How old are you now?

HILTON: I'm eighteen.

 

Are you working?

HILTON: I'm thinking about posing for Playboy. They love famous people's kids.

 

Like who?

HILTON: I don't know. And the only reason I'd do it is because when my dad finds out, he'll pay me double the money not to do it.

 

Later...

 

HILTON: I went out with that guy last night.

 

Which guy?

HILTON (points to an actor in Saving Private Ryan): We were making out, but then we went somewhere where it was bright and I saw that he was black and made an excuse and left. I can't stand black guys. I would never touch one. It's gross (pauses). Does that guy look black to you?

 

How black does a guy have to be?

HILTON: One percent is enough for me

In the interests of fairness there is no absolute proof that Paris HIlton said this, or that she is any way shape or form racist. Oh, hang on...

Scratch that - reverse it.