The Santas, the wreaths, the Bing Crosby songs, the season of goodness and giving naturally causes one to wonder... What are the Kardashians doing for Christmas? As the holidays barrel forward, that pesky family is like a polyp-filled colon, popping up on magazine covers, on the morning shows and entertainment programs, look-alike contests, photo opps, tweeting and hawking products, waking up with a full face of make up. There's Khloe's new perfume ad purring next to a giant, oiled-up ripped dude, flexing isolated lower back muscles (who can do that?) And now, look, here's Kim's bovine ex-husband of 10 minutes on "Good Morning America," stumbling through his lines about his new foundation for childhood obesity... Huh? Sincerity rolled off him like rain on a tarp.
I don't want to keep up with these people. I don't even want my kids to look at them. I want them to go away. I want them to go the way of Paris Hilton, Lindsay Lohan and all the others who have ratcheted up the "gimme-sphere" in America or whose scripted reality shows numb our kids out like crack cocaine.