Today is the day to buy a smoothing undergarment.

If you're near a newsstand, pick up the current issue of ElleGirl, with Gwen Stefani on the cover, to read the first of many profiles by me on my new favorite high school student.

If you're like me, you're been eagerly awaiting the release of "Paris is Burning," the first album by my pal Paris Hilton, featuring the much talked about single "Screwed." Now, a lot of haters out there have been dissing Paris' singing skills, for some reason doubting her talent without even seeing or listening to her sing! I think that's bogus.

Fortunately, last night, as usual, Paris triumphed over all. I was able to sit in the audience of a very special acoustic performance of songs from the album, by Paris herself. It was intimate yet mind-blowing. With just about 40 people sitting as her audience in a coffee shop, Paris humbly took the stage, with no backup band. Just her, in jeans and a black turtleneck, a stool, a microphone and her acoustic guitar.

Man, that girl can strum! I had no idea she was such a natural-born musician. But that's nothing compared to the lovely voice that came out. Strong, clear, in tune...and her songs were so touching, from the heart. I did shed a little tear now and then. I mean, I couldn't help it, she just had a way with phrasing. I'll frankly be surprised if she doesn't put out a book of poetry.

Paris, if you didn't know already, is a natural performer. She looked a little shy on stage, but she had a terrific presence, bantering with the audience about politics, occasionally breaking into impromptu song parodies.

If somehow by this point, there were still any doubters, near the end of the set, Paris said, "Is it okay if I turn this off?" and did away with her microphone. She then sang an a capella version of "Ave Maria" that broke down more than a few audience members.

I don't know how Paris got the reputation that she's untalented, but I think that when her record comes out, she'll prove everybody wrong. It is true what they all say about Paris Hilton. If you don't like her, you're just jealous.