As much as I love reading Dlisted and its golden treasure of comments, occasionally I’ll run into some comments that just boggle my head to where I know my brain is face-palming. One such comment regards America’s favorite piece of no-talent fame-whoring garbage known as Kim K-trash (like I really have to tell you who exactly I’m talking about here?), and how she used to (in the words of the commenters on that site) look better before all the plastic surgery. What actually kills it for me is when a few of these commenters remark that she used to be (get ready for this…) “beautiful.”
Even Jesus is saying Jesus fucking Christ over that shit.
You know why I’m being a bitch over shit that I know I shouldn’t give a shit about (but I’m doing so anyway because I can)? Because these people are judging that cunt based on how she once looked, and forgetting what kind of person she was then. I don’t know what Kim K’s “career aspirations” were before she got (and remember this, Anna Wintour) famous for that sex tape, but if all she wanted to be then was to be rich and famous without working hard for it, then not only was she stupidly spoiled then as she is now, but it’s that kind of shallowness that is the antithesis of “beautiful.” Now, if she wanted to, say, be a model or actress, well…that still doesn’t change the fact that Kim is a known fame-and-money whore being whored out to us by media fuckers who should know goddamn better. Either way, she was, and is, and NEVER will be beautiful. A word that may be subjective, but I feel should describe someone with some smarts, some decorum, a good heart and soul inside, and who also happens to look unworldly and naturally gorgeous. A word that is getting tainted by the minute someone refers Kim K-trash as someone who was once “beautiful.” I don’t care how she looked like then, and this is coming from someone who constantly seeks out exotic brunettes in the media to fawn over. I better quit that shit now, because every time I read that from someone, I feel an aneurism coming.
Some label Kim-K as a “porn star.” Puh-fucking-lease. Jenna Jameson and Vanessa Del Rio are porn stars, and they owned their porn careers and had no shame in their games, and I actually respect them for that as opposed to anyone in the K-trash clan. Kim mustered up one sorry-looking fuck that happened to be caught on tape, and now her name is lumped in the same breath as Jenna J? Shut your fucking front hole with a dick.
I also think that bitch and the rest of her useless clan aren’t worth as much as she’s reported. That family may have millions, but I think it’s just what is leftover from the K-trash daughters’ dad that died years ago. And that may be not that much. Despite the business endeavors of that family, from clothing lines to, ahem, cookbooks (all laughable, anyway), if they’re worth all those millions as reported by our trusty media (lolol), then why do I hear and see that all the shit with their names on it is all in the bargain bins, hence, no one is really buying it? I saw a book of theirs at a thrift shop months ago. That book is still there last time I was there a couple days ago. Bitches can’t even sell shit at a thrift shop! That has half-off Wednesdays, too! And all that talk over Kim making $80-something million from an app?!?!
If that is the case (which I know for sure is NOT–and I don’t have to look it up), then the creators of that Candy Crush game are fucking billionaires.
Kim-K and her ilk are the epitome of heinous greed and excess that dwarves that of the greedy, rich yuppie fucks from the 1980s. At least those yuppie fucks had actual jobs; unless if fame-whoring and famous-by-association (I see you, Jenner tramps) have been added to this country’s official list of careers and occupations, the K-trash clan don’t really have actual jobs. And because some people are as brainless as they are (hello, 90 percent of celebrity “bloggers” and fashion people under the influence of payola from the E! channel), they shamefully get what they want. Without having to do much for it. The same bloggers that lashed out on them for being fame whores five years ago are now kissing their saline-filled asses. The same fashion people that wouldn’t design clothes for them/give them magazine covers are now inexplicably doing so. Meanwhile, the credibility of these bashers-turned-ass-kissers suffer greatly, aspiring models still work their skinny tails off to try to break into the pages of fashion mags with one of those cunts (or that wannabe model Jenner tramp) on the cover, the K-trash clan don’t care as long as it’s about them, and you wonder why society has never looked bleaker. Their insufferableness is so much, I don’t even know if Hell wants them.
That’s enough bitching for now. Girlie still has to edit out her soon-to-be first novel, and I’m still reeling from how the SF Giants lost earlier today/yesterday. This blueberry vanilla cheesecake frozen yogurt I’m noshing on as I write is the only saving grace of my night of whatev.