For those of you who have lived under a rock for these past seven years, have just awoken like Rip Van Winkle or had your handsome prince wake you with a kiss (that’s the one I’m waiting for...) Kim K is part of the long-running reality series, "Keeping up with the Kardashians." I don’t know what the impetus was for Ryan Seacrest to give this family a reality show, but my only guess is that they are so dysfunctional that he wanted to give the world a glimpse of what the “island of misfit toys” really looks like. We fell in love with from the 1964 classic, "Rudolf the Red Nosed Reindeer," with the Charlie in the box (instead of Jack). They were all so endearing yet they have been totally misrepresented all these years. In today’s world they certainly could sue for slander... So that's what it means to be a misfit? Thank you to the Kardashians for coming along and finally educating us. Ahhh, now I understand “misfit toys.” Even better, I thank you for helping me put my family into perspective. I thought we were dysfunctional, heck, we are more like the Cleavers or The Von Trapp family from the "Sound of Music."
I don’t watch the Kardashians. I cannot even fathom what people find interesting in doing so. But I suppose if that’s what one finds entertaining and gives your life purpose, who am I to judge? And although the show has seen a decline in viewers since season five, which was the pinnacle of the shows greatest viewing audience of 3.39 million, they still remain in the forefront for voyeurs. And why wouldn’t they be? The girls put it out there.
My best friend is in love with the Kardashians; at times I do question our friendship. For her, when the show is on, the world stops spinning. Seriously NASA is investigating this phenomena. I could be in the midst of the biggest crisis of my life, like a break up with my imaginary boyfriend Nick Jonas, or a true heart attack when I found out it was over with Selena Gomez and she would still give me the “wait one moment finger” without taking her eyes from the screen. But to my dismay, my friend loves EVERYTHING Kardashian. Although I don’t watch, one cannot help but go to the grocery store and check out to see Kim’s crying face on the cover of a magazine. Not just the "Enquirer," which is a must read for all intelligent inquiring minds, but she is all over all magazines. There is so much Kardashian or so much of Kim K that the cover of the magazines cannot hold it all. More space needs to be allocated inside to highlight her and the rest of the goofy clan. My prediction: soon there will only be news of the Kardashians. The world as we know will cease to exist.
As far as the *cough cough* "glazed donut," I think they would only be able to fit half of her butt per page because of the enormity of it, hence more pages. How did it fit in the camera lens? How does she find clothes to fit it? And what is it? I have never seen anything like it. Pardon me as I digressed for a moment. It seems to be getting bigger by the day. You have heard of the Kardashians take the Hamptons; well surely coming soon is Kim K’s butt takes the State of New York. Okay. I’m exaggerating here, let’s say… Rhode Island.
Alas with heavy heart, I must admit, crying or not, she is a beauty for sure. I don’t know if she is beautiful inside (her mom Kris says she is) or what her claim to fame is. As she balances a champagne glass on her butt she states, “And they say I don’t have a talent…” But one thing I do know is that they certainly keep the world entertained. And as for me, I’ll stick with my original Krispy Kreme’s chocolate glazed, please.
