I walked into the living room to check on the kid, and instead found Lisa and her mom watching the Concert for Diana on NBC. I made some derogatory comment about people still mourning for her, to which Lisa gave a terse response noting some of the great things Diana had done.
I fell silent for a short bit. "So, 11 years from now are we going to be watching a concert for Paris?"
"What!? You did not just compare Diana and Paris."
"Yes I did."
"They're nothing like each other!"
"Yes they are. Both are blonde media darlings, both sleep around, and both have problems with car accidents."
If looks could kill, I wouldn't be writing this right now. A few minutes later I considered making a comment on how Diana and Paris are probably equally fresh at this point, but thought better of it and kept my mouth shut.

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