There is a lot of intellectual and completely inane dissection about how much effort, work, manipulation, thought and money goes into Kim Kardashian’s appearance. The appearance of the whole K – Krew really.
I’m sure there is someone right now polishing off a PHD on The Global Influence, Power and Success of The Kardashians. In November last year Brunel University in London held an academic conference on the “phenomenon of the world’s most famous family”.
Why the Kardashians do what they do and how they look doing it and – stay with me – how those two things interconnect is ripe for examination. A lot of examination.
They make no apologies about their dominating vanity. And that is where I’m like the Kardashians. I want a bit of what they have. I want a bit more vanity in my life. I know it would make a difference to how I feel about myself, because I’m constantly searching for appearance loopholes.
Really? Do I have to wear makeup on weekends?
I’ve never worn makeup to the gym. Why would anyone wear makeup to the gym?
Kids sport on Saturdays? If I wear a big hat and sunglasses I’m basically invisible.
I have to put makeup on and wash my hair if I go out tonight. *Groans and rolls around on bed like a toddler*.
If I wear my reading glasses to this kids’ party drop off, I don’t have to bother putting makeup on.
Yay. *Air punches in bathroom maybe even does a little shoulder shimmy* I don’t even have to wash my face tonight because I didn’t put on makeup all day.
Of course, just as the Kardashians have the right and freedom to show off their bazookas in their plush bathroom in a nude selfie, I have the right to search for the cheapest dishwashing tablets at the supermarket sans make-up and probably wearing something I wouldn’t be caught dead in. Except I’m not dead.