I have purposely avoided the Kardashian fray. Even before Kim's over-the-top wedding and subsequent 15-second marriage, I've just found that family ... icky.
But now? Now, I think I've figured it out.
See, I sort of half-watched an episode of "Kim and Whats-Her-Name Take New York." Or "Khloe Visits Kim and Whats-Her-Name in New York." Or "Some Other Sister Whose Name Starts With a K Does Stuff in New York." Whatever.
But I watched it with the sound off, which was actually a really interesting sociological experiment.
You know what I saw?
I some some body language that completely spilled the beans.
These people are not nice. They don't listen to each other and they don't give a rat's ass about the other person's wants. There was absolutely nothing authentic about any of it. And really? Kim, we don't believe that you wake up with a full face of make-up, including falsies.
Sorry. And Kim & Ko.? Shame on you for adding to the cacophony telling impressionable young women to aspire to all things superficial. I'm pretty sure thick eyelashes and a ball-player husband don't ensure happiness. So, can you guys please just do the world a favor and go away?
In a striking contrast, I ran across a great article today about someone who devoted their life to using television to spread grace. Not promoting themselves - promoting grace and acceptance.
For a shock to the system, might I suggest this lovely article about The Greatest Person Ever, on TV or Not on TV, Mr. Fred Rogers? It's long-ish, but so worth it. It's a great way to purge that Kardashian aftertaste from your system and to focus on what we should really all aspire to - not bootyliciousness, or having a big effing wedding, but being a decent human being.
But now? Now, I think I've figured it out.
See, I sort of half-watched an episode of "Kim and Whats-Her-Name Take New York." Or "Khloe Visits Kim and Whats-Her-Name in New York." Or "Some Other Sister Whose Name Starts With a K Does Stuff in New York." Whatever.
But I watched it with the sound off, which was actually a really interesting sociological experiment.
You know what I saw?
I some some body language that completely spilled the beans.
These people are not nice. They don't listen to each other and they don't give a rat's ass about the other person's wants. There was absolutely nothing authentic about any of it. And really? Kim, we don't believe that you wake up with a full face of make-up, including falsies.
Sorry. And Kim & Ko.? Shame on you for adding to the cacophony telling impressionable young women to aspire to all things superficial. I'm pretty sure thick eyelashes and a ball-player husband don't ensure happiness. So, can you guys please just do the world a favor and go away?
In a striking contrast, I ran across a great article today about someone who devoted their life to using television to spread grace. Not promoting themselves - promoting grace and acceptance.
For a shock to the system, might I suggest this lovely article about The Greatest Person Ever, on TV or Not on TV, Mr. Fred Rogers? It's long-ish, but so worth it. It's a great way to purge that Kardashian aftertaste from your system and to focus on what we should really all aspire to - not bootyliciousness, or having a big effing wedding, but being a decent human being.
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Well said, Cha Cha. My filter is pretty thick, so I've never seen the K family, nor do I have any desire. But I still, on occasion, catch a half hour of Mr. Rogers because it's so soothing.
Thanks for the great link.
Thank you for saying what every sane person in America is thinking. Wish they would just go away.
As for Mr. Rogers, what a wonderful man he was. Just hearing a song from his show makes me happy.
Amen.
I agree about the nasty sisters, but I hated Mr. Rogers. He scared the crap out of me. More so as an adult. The whole show bothered me. I didn't like the puppets or the terrible voices. I didn't like the train. And most of all, I didn't like that he always changed his shoes and sweater. I always thanked God I didn't live in Mr. Rogers' neighborhood.
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