Ok, ok, I'll admit it. I gasped out loud when I heard the news of Kim Kardashian's divorce yesterday.
Gasped.
Audibly.
I'm so embarrassed.
If you have no idea what I'm talking about, go here. Just make sure you don't take a big swig of Diet Coke before reading, because it's hilarious and Diet Coke really stings when you snarf it. Sadly, I speak from experience.
What's your shameful truth this Tuesday? Bet nothing's worse than mine.
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Haha, that article reminds me of when my husband broke down how much each time I rode my new bike a few years ago came to... about $100 per ride.
My truth: while visiting a friend this weekend, one channel kept showing a show on "Kim's Fairytale Wedding." And both of us said they'd be divorced within a year.
Guess we were a bit off :P
Hahaha, I busted out when I heard.
Hah! I didn't gasp...I had an out of body experience where I thought it must suddenly be April and they are playing a joke on us. Yeah. Seriously, lol.
But my other truth? I was happy we had so few kids--it was a crazy twizzler fest for me last night, including those new twizzlers that are sour and having this yummy licious filling. 'Course now I have a candy hangover.......bleh.
As soon as I heard the "new around the world," I instantly thought of you girls and hoped you would do a post on it today! I still can't believe it...well, actually, I do.
I've managed to avoid Kardashian anything as much as possible (although I do have a few guilty pleasure reality shows like Millionaire Matchmaker, just so you know I'm not a total prude) but this news really got to me. I think it's indicitive of the sad state of our culture.
This in particular:
US median household income, as of 2009: $50,221, or 0.005 Kardashians (this is also the amount Kim was paid to have a bachelorette party at a Vegas nightclub)
I am proud of my middle class salary, I think I'm doing pretty well. Then I see numbers like this and want to puke. I don't understand how to spend $10 million on a wedding unless you're lining the tablecloths with $100 bills and you've really overpaid your ceremony officiator.
I watched Mad Fashion recently, a new Bravo reality show with a former Project Runway designer making custom clothes for celebrities. He made a dress for one of the housewives of whichever-town. Her expanded closet looked as big as my first apartment in Chicago and it was stacked with hundreds of shoes. There were like 30 pairs of black boots. That kind of excess to me is sick.
My truth, oh please don't judge me for this, I may be figuring out how I feel about my Ex's friend, good friend and dorm mate. Ugh how horrible is that? I mean we broke up over a month ago and his friend and I were friends before but we've gotten closer and we kissed and I have no idea what I'm doing.
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