I don’t have a favourite Kardashian. It’s like asking yourself which is your favourite bowel motion. You look to see what you’ve done, but you flush it anyway.. But Khloe resonates with me. She wanted to be a mama so badly that she put up with 6foot6inches of human erection. True, their baby, is the cutest happiest progeny I’ve seen emanating from this brood. But the new kid? Embryo transfer from two fertile healthy people. And she lies in a hospital bed like she herself gave birth. God knows how the surrogate was feeling. In a room, probably alone, her body trying to repair itself from childbirth, and no baby in her arms. Cruel.
Is this how it’s going to be now? An erstwhile Handmaids Tale where we the poor carry the babies for the rich?
How many babies is Tristan going to pop out? He’s got four now by three different women. Should the kids interact with their brothers and sisters? How does that work out. And he is for sure not done yet…
Kris opens the show giggling over the fact she forgot she had bought a condo somewhere. A condo is somewhere to live that’s empty most of the time. Maybe she should drive down skid row and offer the home to any of the families currently living in their car.
Soddom and Gomorrah, but this time they televised it.