Don’t Get It Twisted, Blake Lively Is Nothing Like Paris Hilton

Any way you slice it, Gossip Girl star Blake Lively is having one helluva year. Not only is her show a big hit (online, that is), but she’s starring in the anticipated sequel to Sisterhood Of The Travelling Pants, she got to spend a few minutes flirting with David Letterman and she landed herself on the cover of the new issue of Vanity Fair. One would think all would be well in Blake Lively’s world. However, one would be wrong. You see, there’s this pesky problem issue of people getting her confused with Paris Hilton that is, like, so frustrating and stuff to her! As she explains in the new issue of Seventeen:

“Since I have a dog and blond hair, that must mean we’re alike. It’s a dumb thing to say. I don’t think that makes us similar,” Lively tells the new issue of Seventeen. “I don’t know her, but I don’t like being compared to anyone by somebody who doesn’t know me. I’m my own person. I don’t go to clubs, I don’t party, I don’t dance on tables and I don’t like sex tapes.”

She doesn’t like sex tapes? Has journalism really sunk so far that the reporter for Seventeen (which I can now read and get all the references) couldn’t bother interjecting to get some clarification on that question? I mean, does she mean that she doesn’t like “making” them (which would be a bummer) or “watching” them? Because there’s one little fella out there with a sex tape that sure could use the extra cashflow if Lively were to pick up a copy of his work. But sex tape inquiries aside, we feel for Lively, we really do. We have no idea why anyone would confuse an actress who rose to prominence by playing a tall, blonde, sexually promiscuous and often times inebriated socialite would get confused for a tall, blonde, sexually promiscuous and often times inebriated socialite. Here’s hoping that movie about a magical pair of elastic-waisted denim pantaloons helps Lively break out of the typecasting rut that Hollywood has pegged her into. It’s hard out there for a starlet, it really is.

• I’M NO PARIS [NY Post]