I'm not really one to judge (okay, maybe I am), but Larry Birkhead snuggling up to Paris Hilton just seems - what's the word? - icky. And, also, gross.
I mean, I know that he got all up-close-and-personal with Anna Nicole Smith - close enough to produce little Dannie-Lynn - and that Ms. Anna wasn't exactly a paragon of purity and virtue (we might say, in fact, that Paris is a poor man's Anna Nicole, minus the obvious drug problem and penchant for sugar-daddies. At least Anna Nicole actually had a real modelling career at one point. She had a much better shot - until, regrettably, she popped it in a mad pill-obsession - at becoming another iconic blonde than Paris ever will), but Paris Hilton? That just smacks of desperation.
That said, that Halloween snuggle doesn't show up too well for Paris, either. Who's Larry Birkhead, anyway? Just some wannabe-D-lister who humped a former Guess model and got custody of the resulting baby when said Guess model who suddenly died and left said baby a possible gazillion-dollar fortune and who is planning to exploit his child's story on reality television. If that doesn't shout "UNDESIRABLE MALE" I don't know what does.
