I had the great misfortune yesterday to hear that Paris Hilton song. OK, I'll admit to some liability in the matter, as I tuned back to it after originally tuning away. Unfortunately, it was not the sort of Kevin Federline rapping apocalypse that I'd hoped for.

It was, rather, a completely forgettable and typical pop song. I wouldn't have known it was her if they didn't say so beforehand, but neither would I have cared who the singer actually was had I not known.

The song is kind of like what I think would have happened had No Doubt started off as 14 year olds on a Disney Channel show. The music is reggae-lite (very lite), and Hilton's vocal is Gwen Stefani wannabe (very wannabe). Lyrically it's similar to the generic American Idol songs that the finalists get stuck with. In fact, I can't swear that it wasn't one. Maybe Diana DiGarmo sang it?

Anyway, that's several more pixels than the song is worth. Though I did read a Boston Herald piece that called Hilton an "heirhead," which wins hands down against "celebutante." So that's something.