It has been nearly five years since the world exploded with the news that there was a sex tape that starred then mostly unknown Kim Kardashian, daughter of the late high profile attorney Robert Kardashian (read — someone who worked hard to get to be as successful as he was) and musician Ray J. This sex tape was of course filmed in complete discretion and was never meant to be seen by anyone but a private small group of people — perhaps only the two people that were in the tape.
From there, the hard working Ryan Seacrest thought it would be a good idea to get the whole Kardashian family into their own television show. One television show turned into another, and just about every day when I would get either of the daily New York newspapers I would have a Kardashian to see in the entertainment section.
This was not to speak of the rump issue. At one point it seemed I couldn’t avoid conversations that somehow would involve discussing Kim Kardashian’s rear end. I am not particularly fascinated by rear ends in general but to have lengthy discussions about one person’s rear end is certainly not a quagmire in which I ever wanted to find myself — yet find myself there I did, over and over again, until the absolute lowest of the low happened and Kim Kardashian got her butt X-rayed to prove that it was a completely real butt and there were no implants.
Lastly we cannot forget last year’s joke of a wedding. After spending more money on the wedding than I will see in several lifetimes, Kim Kardashian filed for divorce from husband Kris Humphries after only seventy-two days. There is absolutely no evidence that I have seen whatsoever that the wedding and the short marriage that followed it were meant anything more than an attempt to get more publicity and attention to the Kardashian name — even the separation and arguing over whether the marriage was real has not been real.
Therefore, America, all I am asking is that we make 2012 a Kardashian free year. I don’t think this is asking too much. Give them a break this year. Let us focus on more important things, like our man Barry.