This is kind of an old story, but as it’s still kicking about in all of my RSS feeds it must still be doing the rounds – and therefore people must still be gobbling this up. The news? Reality megastar and, erm, other-things-too-I-assume Kim Kardashian has – shock horror – posted ugly pictures of herself on to her blog. Oh the inhumanity. Brace yourselves, this is NOT going to be pretty.
It’s horrible, isn’t it? I mean truly – HOW am I supposed to go about my evening now those DEPRAVED pictures have crossed before my retinas? WHY would anyone release these monstrosities in to a world with children in?
If that’s ugly, there is no word in this world strong enough to describe me after ET dies.
Don’t get me wrong, I know millions of beautiful women out there genuinely believe they are plain, or suffer moments of insecurity about the way they look – who feel pressured to change who they are to fit in with what they feel they should be. Hell, I know hundreds of them. It can be annoying and frustrating to listen to, but we all understand that insecurity. We all understand what it’s like to live in a world with such pressure to look a certain way, and where ‘hotness’ is so often celebrated above than intelligence, talent, or kindness.
But Kim Kardashian (or Kelly Brook, as I wrote a while ago) are different, because their physical beauty is validated by fame and masses of cash. They are paid for being beautiful, and accordingly become part of the machine that upholds a certain beauty as the ideal. I’m not saying they can’t think they’re having an off day, but COME ON! Has she confused the definition of ‘ugly’ with ‘face expression emotions other than doe-eyed sexy pout’? Because I pull that particular face almost every time I log in to Twitter. Or indeed, read a Kardashian blog…
This is not KK bashing post – I literally don’t know enough about the woman to have a fully formed opinion (although- sure – ideally role models to young girls would not have found fame and fortune through leaked sex tapes and Paris Hilton’s socialite mentoring scheme) – but this sort of thing drives me bananas. Why can’t Kim Kardashian be honest, and say “check me out – I’m technically hotter wailing like a banshee than you were on your wedding day: thanks gene pool lottery, privileged upbringing, and army of stylists…”
I’d even settle for “Man, I think I’m ugly when I cry. This insane pressure on women to be flawless at all times sure is skewing my perception of reality.”
Sigh. Sometimes I think if I stayed on celebrity blogs enough my brains would actually leak out of my ears. I really need my new bras for review to arrive…