100. Perez Hilton
Disclaimer: What Perez Hilton has done over the last few years is nothing short of amazing. This post doesn’t deny his talents, far from it. It asserts that our society has become so absorbed in celebrity culture that we don’t even know who we are anymore.
Ding, Ding, here comes the sellout mobile! Perez Hilton, or Mario Armando Lavandeira Jr. as he doesn’t like to be called is likely the most annoying human being to grace this earth. Cleverly borrowing his pseudonym from the very talented Paris Hilton, this dude has made millions exposing the faults, whether true or not, of celebrities. His talents range from drawing semen stains on the clothing and lips of actors, singers, and politicians to unfairly and sometimes incorrectly outing celebrities. He thinks by being a former member of the gay rights group GLAAD his conception of how people reveal themselves sexually is the status quo. Ya, that makes sense, a quasi-journalist thinks he knows Clay Aitken’s sexuality better than Clay does.
Let’s put this all into perspective here, we have a writer who failed as a ‘big-boy’ journalist and then decided to make fun of nearly every anorexic, drug-using, sexually confused, celebrity he could find. The real tragedy here is that he makes millions simply documenting the problems of others. Perez is everything that is wrong with today’s culture, instead of worrying about our lives, we as a people have elected to become completely consumed with the status of Britney or Lindsay, or Paris. All of whom would be classified as losers if we were friends with them.
I have Perez as my number 100 solely due to the fact that I have to compliment him in part for manipulating the lives of sexually frustrated 12 year old girls with personality disorders in order to make money… that takes skill (n). Where the hate rests is that he could be doing far more with his talents than further propagating our materialistic obsessed culture.

I agree completely, Luke. I think that Perez Hilton is a blight on humanity. What’s strange for me is the way that sometimes, I’m not sure whether I should give up and learn how to like him. I find it’s harder to participate in society without giving him some sort of thought. I really don’t want to.