KIM KARDASHIAN! Now that I have your attention -- KANYE WEST! Now that I have your outrage, here's a a snippet from a story I wrote Friday for Clutch Magazine Online about how fame messes with your head and how what looks like a terrible idea to us, makes perfect sense for train wreck romance lovers. I managed to work in references to the literary works of F. Scott Fitzgerald AND ... Paris Hilton.
But the dislike among some Kanye fans sounds very familiar. It’s personal in the way it is for us when our friends and loved ones fall hard and heavy for someone we think isn’t good enough for them, or isn’t right for them, or who simply befuddles us.
Like a gaggle of Michael Bluths starring at the Ann Veals of our lives, raising our eyebrows in a collective, plaintive wail of “Her? Really? Her? Her? Him? Them? What the hell? I thought we’d gotten that out of our system. Her? Her!”
Yes, her. Yes so many awkward times over.
There was a lot of pearl clutching when singer and insanely famous person Beyoncé Knowles covered her face and danced in the vicinity of Kim, while Kim and Beyoncé attended a concert her husband, Mr. Z of the Jay-Zs, had with Kanye, where they watched some thrones of some sort. Beyoncé, all married and motherly and such, was photographed near a “fallen woman,” so … something, something controversy.
We don’t know if Beyoncé and Kim are best-friends-forever or if Kim is someone Bey politely tolerates since she’s schtupping the friend of her husband, but for all who’ve been on that end of the “I hate your boyfriend/girlfriend” position as the friend/sibling/innocent bystander, the latter situation is highly familiar, so we project that.