For years, we’ve had Kim Kardashian forced into our heads and faces by a domineering, social-climbing mother with not much to offer but her networking skills. So we’ve had to watch her daughters stand in a row like Armenian ducks.
We’ve had ups and downs, and Kim K. still has the best transition to fame that anybody has ever conceived – getting peed on, on camera, by a marginal R&B star. If everybody had to run that gauntlet for fame, I guarantee you that we’d have a lot less people around who thought being famous for nothing was a good idea. Ray J and D’Angelo’s urine probably doesn’t smell as good as their crooning. So, yeah. There’s no way to put the Kim Kardashian genie back into the bottle. But maybe if we saddled her down with a giant, mediocre athlete, it’d help the process. Kris Humphries and Kim Kardashian are now engaged, so we can probably start expecting to see Kim Kardashian bumming around Minnesota, a proposition which makes me cackle with glee. Imagine Kim Kardashian sitting next to a bunch of Midwesterners for the photo ops because a HIGHER profile athlete didn’t want to have anything to do with the most boring person alive.
Congrats to the happy couple. May you produce goat-looking children with prominent brow ridges.
