The other day,
Amanda came home to find Saffy and me camped out on the sofa deeply engrossed
in the TV screen.
She dumped her shopping bags from
Prada and Gucci on the floor and came to stand next to the sofa. “What’cha
watching?” she asked.
“The Kar-arsh-ans!” Saffy mumbled
through a mouthful of popcorn. My eyes never looked up.
“The what?”
Saffy sighed as she struggled to
chew and swallow. “The Kardashians!”
she said finally, spraying a fine sprinkle of popcorn all over her lap.
Apparently, Amanda later complained
to all her friends that she was living with Dumb and Dumber. “How can anyone
watch that rubbish?” she said to Sharyn, who replied that when she died, she
wanted to come back as Kim Kardashian’s breasts.
“Wah, so beautiful, I tell you!” Sharyn
said with so much enthusiasm that Amanda shifted a little uncomfortably in her
seat.
And just like that, it seemed as if
everywhere she turned, she bumped into a Kardashian-related moment. A random
flick through a magazine while getting her hair coloured at the hairdressers
opened onto an article discussing Khloe Kardashian’s weight issues. While
looking up the crime of kidnapping on the internet, Google threw up the latest
on Kim Kardashian’s divorce from Kris Humphries.
Waiting in line for a taxi outside
Hermes, the schoolgirl in front of Amanda suddenly piped up, “Oh my God, did
you hear that maybe Kris is gay?”
Her friend squealed. “Wait, Kris
Jenner is gay?!”
“No, lah, stupiak! Kris Humphries! I was reading it in Star
magazine!”
“Oh my God, I can’t stand him! I
don’t know what Kim saw in him!”
“Oh my God, I also say! She should
have just married her Australian bodyguard!”
“Oh my God, he was so hot!”
Amanda came home and asked, “Who’s
Kris Jenner?”
Saffy immediately looked up, her famously
short attention span laser-focused for once. “She’s the mother of Kourtney,
Kim, Khloe, Rob, Kylie and Kendall! She’s married to Bruce Jenner, the Olympic
champion! She’s fabulous!”
“So who’s Kris Humphries?”
“Oh,” Saffy began knowledgeably, “he’s
a basketball player who married Kim for what, like, 70 days?” She turned to me.
“Shh-eventy-two days,” I corrected, through a crunch
of corn chips.
“Yeah, 72 days! The wedding was fabulous, but she
came up to his navel. She could have done so much better. She should have
hooked up with her Aussie bodyguard!”
“That’s exactly what those
schoolgirls in front of me in the taxi queue said!”
“I’m so glad kids are being properly
educated these days,” Saffy said with approval.
“And all their names start with K?”
Amanda asked. “What are they, Hong Kong Chinese?”, a comment that led Saffy to
tell me privately that she felt maybe Amanda is a racist.
“So why doesn’t the son’s name also
start with a K?” Amanda asked that night over dinner.
“Because the son was named after his
father, Robert Kardashian,” Saffy said in the tone of voice she normally
reserves for ‘The Lord’s Prayer’. “Robert was OJ Simpson’s lawyer! And OJ’s wife’s best
friend was Kris Jenner who, by that time, was already married to Bruce, but
before he had that terrible face-lift, so when her ex-husband took the case on,
she had a major falling out with him!”
“Robert, not Bruce,” I clarified
helpfully.
“Yes, that’s what I meant,” Saffy
said.
“But why is any of this
interesting?” Amanda cried.
Saffy looked surprised. “Which part
of it isn’t interesting? Beautiful
girls, beautiful houses, private jet-planes, lots of paparazzi, useless
husbands and boyfriends, lots of money being thrown around!”
“Kim Kardashian nearly lost her
$70,000 diamond earrings in the sea,” I reported. “And in one episode, she went
shopping and spent $20,000 on clothes!”
“I wanna be her BFF,” Saffy said
agreeably. “But I love that behind all that glitz, they also fight and love and
hate and bitch about each other. And they have issues with their weight, their
spouses, their careers, their love lives, their friends.”
“They’re just like us,” I concluded.
“Well, they’re more like Amanda,”
Saffy said to me, very seriously. “You and I have the same issues, but she has
the Kardashian budget.”
“And the same regrettable taste in
men,” I added.
“Huh,” Amanda said. From the distant
look in her eyes, you could tell that she was torn between her high ideals and
her now burning curiosity.
“Only a matter of time now,” Saffy
SMS’d me from her bedroom. “She just needs to watch 1 ep. I left a recorded ep
running on the TV and she’s in the lounge rm not making a sound. Soon, she’ll join
the Dark Side!”
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