God, Paris' publicist has got to have the most difficult job on the planet. Remember the firecrotch video? That was Mitz scurrying alongside of Paris, urging her to be quiet.
Then again, I'd go around punching Paris if I saw her out like this:
Whyyyyy go out in a dress that short and insist on dancing? We've already gotten a nip slip this week, now it's full on cheeks? I must remark on the non-cellulitey appearance of the back of her thighs. You know you looked.