I don't normally like VH1's Best Week Ever whole brand thing... I don't get the show, the blog frightens me at times, and it often literally defines the worst of Hollywood's so-called society.
(And by the way, that style of show is the most annoying television of all time. You get no-name comics into a room, and some sort of countdown like, Top 50 Celebrity Abs or Top 10 Slut Moms, and the nobodies rip on all the celebrities in remarkably unfunny ways. Just awful. Then it spawned a sports cousin, which you can see 24 hours a day on some Fox Sports channel. Do the no-name comics get paid? Or do they pay the show for the exposure they wouldn't have gotten otherwise? The mind boggles...)
Anyway, someone wrote a photo essay over there called, "The Lifecycle of the Party Girl," and it's truly brilliant. Why yes Dave, I have brought a clip:
Phase Two: Growing Addiction
Now that you’ve gotten on the party train, you just can’t slow it down long enough to get off. Your indulgences have become habits, your self-control is no longer in your control, and it seems as if everytime you’re photographed, it’s while coming out of a nightclub - usually with at least one of your private parts are hanging out.