I almost hate to write this blog because I am not fond of the Kardashian family nor their empire. I don’t understand how any of them got to be where they are (sans Bruce Jenner) or how they stay there. I briefly watched an episode of their reality show, “Keeping Up with the Kardashians” and am certain my IQ dropped during those few minutes. I think Kim’s 72-day marriage to Kris Humphries was a total sham on her part. I am still not sure if he was in on the moneymaking marriage or not.
But, news is news whether I like it or not and if I don’t tell you, you will hear it somewhere else. We woke up ten days after the supposed Mayan Apocalypse to learn that Kim Kardashian is 12 weeks pregnant. Now, I really fear that the end is near!
In case you don’t know who the baby daddy is, Kim has been dating Kanye West for eight months now. No, she is still not divorced from Humphries, but when has that ever been a prerequisite in Hollywood?
And, don’t hate me for using the term “baby daddy.” The impending birth was announced by West on stage at the Revel Resort in Atlantic City last night when he stopped the music and asked the crowd to “make some noise for his baby mama.”
West is not without his controversies. Remember when he interrupted poor Taylor Swift as she accepted the Video Music Award for Best Video? He jerked the mike from her and said Beyonce had one of the best videos of all time. Classy Kanye. Even President Obama was caught on camera calling him an expletive for that move.
Kim confirmed the news on Twitter today, saying the couple feels “blessed and lucky” to be expecting.
Call me cynical, but I foresee a whole series of reality shows about the Kardashian/West romance, wedding, and birth of the baby and frankly, I think the one thing the world needs less of is the Kardashians.
Still, I guess we should wish the little Kardashian-West baby luck and hope its mama and daddy have both matured enough to settle down and give it a stable, if not television-less life.