I’m a real Grinch when it comes to reality TV. In general, I find it unforgivably boring and contrived.
I tried to watch an episode of The Kardashians about a year ago and discovered it consisted of scene after scene of the sisters, in various combinations and in various beautiful kitchens, eating salads and b*tching about their mother. On and on they went, in those board, whiny voices.
So tedious were the issues of contention that they struggled to keep upright at various points, lounging over marble bench tops, rolling their eyes and arching their eyebrows at each other when they couldn't be bothered using words.
I remember Caitlyn saying once that in the midst of all the pretend drama they were filming, pre-transition, she used to think to herself, "Wow, if only they knew about the real drama going on here."
And so it is now, with Kim's husband Kanye being hospitalised with mental health issues.
I don't pretend to know the details, or want to, but I do know that over a week ago he was placed on a 5150 hold, which is involuntary. In the US, a doctor can place someone into psychiatric care against their will if they're believed to pose a threat to themselves or others.
It isn't child's play.
The last time a 5150 was big news was when Britney Spears was in Kanye's shoes. She lost custody of her children and authority over her own life and finances. It took many years for her adult rights to be restored to her.
I can't imagine how terrifying this scenario must be for everyone involved, but in the broader context of Kim's life. It's just the latest in a long line of extraordinary challenges, and I don't mean losing baby weight and annulling 72-day marriages.
I'm sure we all know the timeline, but let's look at it again, only this time, let's imagine it's the life story of a non-famous friend or neighbour.