I cannot deal with any more ‘news’ about the motherloving Kardashians.
They are in my Facebook feed. They’re retweeted into my Twitter stream. They’re on the front cover of all the magazines in supermarkets.
I’ve never met them, and I regularly see more of their faces than those of my own family. It’s been going on for years, far longer than I ever thought they’d be a thing.
AND I KAN’T KOPE ANYMORE.
Earlier this week, some video popped up during my morning scroll of social media, with the five K girls (or six? Or seventeen? However many there are) singing some birthday song they wrote for their ‘momager‘ Kris. It’s called ‘She Loves You’, and I puked in my mouth a little bit.
Watch the video here:
I’m sure the Kar-Jen-dashian-ers are a lovely family. Just like I’m sure all Hollywood families who exploit their privacy for money are lovely (pfft). I’m sure they spend most of their hard-earned income on charities and not shoes, and regularly donate anonymous sums of money to people who desperately need it, without filming each transaction in an attempt to show the Kind and Karing side of the K family.
Or not. They might be horrible. They might actually be blood-sucking vampires who feast on youthful victims under the dark cloak of night, which would explain their perfect skin. The thing is, I don’t care what they are like. It’s not my business.