It’s all fair to laugh at the mishaps of celebrities like the unlucky-in-love Kardashians. Khloe (I think that’s the right name) marrying a mere month after meeting her beau and divorcing just as soon after, Kris’ lips inflating to a size that even Hollywood couldn’t call attractive, Kim nearly finding out about her secret party (phew, that was a close one!): these all seem to us far distant and unrelated events that happen to people we will never likely meet and we simply don’t know.
However, these are people: someone’s parent, or sister, or best friend. How would you react if, all over the world, thousands and possibly millions of people were all watching and giggling at your life as you try to blunder through this horrendous world you were born into?
Sure, they were the ones who originally came up with the idea of ‘Keeping up with the Kardashians’. And I’m sure that they wouldn’t stop it now: any media attention is good attention, as they, presumably a desperate PR manager, say. But I can’t help but feel a little squirm in my stomach every time I see mocking photos I laughed at just a year ago. I’m going to take it as a good sign, as the development of a conscience I must have been sorely lacking before.
This isn’t a defense to the Kardashians: I still see a lot of problems with their lifestyle, but, if we’re pointing fingers, this needs to go back a lot further than simply Kris Jenner and Rob Kardashian making children. Because who is behind shows that tease and bully and snigger behind backs? And who taught those people the skills to not only create beauty but strife? And who taught the teachers?
This is much further rooted than simply the faces we see on our screens. And venting on them will never, ultimately, solve anything.
That said, there is no way I’m going to miss an opportunity to watch the next episode of Keeping Up With the Kardashians.