well, well. so it’s one of those mornings where i went to bed thinking i’d write about one thing and woke up to discover i needed to write about something else.
(via @kimkardashian)
because last night this struck me as nothing, beyond its imminent usefulness to me.
i’m deeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeply immersed in kardashian world at present, writing a paper on KK’s social media abstention in the wake of the paris assault.
people, i am committed.
and, i believe, going way above and beyond. Continue reading
after nearly a century of intense fabulousness, zsa zsa gabor has died.
cue the daily mail‘s celebration of her life as a woman who got married. Continue reading
a woman was assaulted and robbed early monday morning.
in a culture that’s very not great in discussing violence against women, it’s worth noting how quickly this story has shifted.
(via the daily mail)
please know: in my efforts to find photos from the launch of selfish to illustrate what i’m about to write about selfish, i just saw SO.MUCH.KIM.KARDASHIAN. her instagram is A LOT, yo. so i’mma call on my emotionally incontinent face celebrity double britney to ease us all in.
have you ever wondered, what is the ultimate celebrity disaster?
well, lo, THE DAILY MAIL PROVIDES.
kanye and KK had their kid. they named it saint. pete wentz also has a kid and it is also named saint. et voilà.
i’ve written before about paperdolls. about how they are sometimes so haunting and we should all be using them to teach history because their pathos seems a particularly useful pedological tool. but i’m realizing i’ve not thought enough about dolls more generally. because, you guys, DOLLS… they really capture something about the human condition, no?
an alarming life 
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