We don’t really see the comparison, but it’s not our MySpace page. Pumkin, of the reality show Flavor of Love Girls: Charm School, evidently believes she looks like Hayden Panettiere, among others. Here’s a fun screen cap from the self-proclaimed reality TV whore’s MySpace page…

Alright, Pumkin. We hate to break it to you, girlfriend, but there’s no way you’re in the same league as Hayden Panettiere. Also, your name’s spelled wrong.

It seems like our girl Hayden Panettiere is becoming a bigger star each and every day. Which is great to see, but comes with its drawbacks. Like the possibility of her letting her celebrity go to her head, and hanging out with the wrong crowd. One celebrity blog, Suburbarazzi, penned an open letter to Hayden recently, urging the Heroes star to keep her head on straight as her fame grows. We couldn’t agree with this sentiment more:

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Dear Hayden,

Can we speak frankly? Heck, you’re MySpace friends with Suburbarazzi. Of course we can. You’ve got a lot going for you, girlfriend. Heroes is, like, totally kick ass, and that new song of yours, Your New Girlfriend, ain’t so bad either. You looked great at the Golden Globes (even though Heroes did get robbed by Grey’s Anatomy in the best TV drama category!).

Rockland misses you since you moved from Palisades to L.A., but it’s been thrilling to see your career taking off.

That’s it’s been so painful to see you on the road to Lindsay Lohan and Mary Kate Olsen territory. And that’s why, speaking as your friend, it’s so important that you stop hanging out with Paris Hilton (not to mention pole dancing and smoking with her).

It’s become painfully obvious that Mizz Hilton is running a boot camp for people destined to be on “The Surreal Life” or in jail for a DWI, and she’s interested in just one thing: turning you into what Steve Carell dubbed a “ho, for show.”

In addition to avoiding Hilton, remember that Britney Spears isn’t a role model either. And stealing her post-Federline boyfriend, music producer J.R. Rotem, is no way to go making a name for yourself in Hollywood.

Okay, check that — it’s a pretty damn good way to get attention. But in this scenario, you come off looking more like K.Fed 2.0’s arm-candy instead of the other way around. Never mind that you’re 17 and he’s 31. The man can produce your new album, but nothing more.

Finally, if you absolutely must partake in underage drinking, avoid boozing it up with gangs of frat boys holding buckets of beer and please spare us the “It was a birthday party” excuse.

So, to recap, no more Paris, less partying, and ixnay on the Britney. And please continue saving the world and being indestructible. And giving us a steady stream of blog material. That is all.