Of all the problems faced in 2016, such as the raging police brutality and the rampant racial tensions, the biggest blemish on a face filled with pimples seems to be a certain raven-haired, Armenian reality TV princess. Her abounding buttocks are often the subject of media scrutiny – ‘to be[hind] or not to be[hind]? Is Kim K’s famous derriere real?’ – and when her own body is not the object of the press’ attention, her family are equally questioned on their voluptuous figures and lavish lifestyles.
But why do people care so much?
Real or not real, whether Kim’s bum is 70% silicone or 20% pure fat injections one fact remains, she is 100% human. Our society’s fixation on labelling and deriding celebrities based on the few Instagram posts or tweets they allow us to see is warped. Why should we judge an entire, dynamic person based on a few selective stills we see from time to time?
Even her robbery at gunpoint, a truly traumatising event, had to be sensationalised as a publicity ploy, completely disregarding the fact that she suffered real, imminent danger, with some internet users even sympathising with the offenders claiming she was asking for it ‘because of her extravagant, conceited lifestyle.’ Do a few selfies really warrant a lack of empathy for another human being?
The beauty behind the booty
To many people, Kim Kardashian is nothing but a licentious sex symbol who represents a decline in morality, but frankly I believe we should see the shocking fact that a woman, whose privacy and security was violated in the most personal of ways when her sex tape was leaked online without her authorisation, could actually turn what should’ve have ruined her life into a multi-million-dollar empire for her and her family. Kim K is her own personal brand and every single move she makes is a dollar in the pot for the Kardashian franchise. The true tragedy with Kim Kardashian isn’t her ‘self-obsession’ or ‘overuse of plastic surgery’ as several of her critics claim, but rather the idea that a woman invaded so directly and maliciously on the internet had no choice but to publicly enterprise her own sexual assault to save herself from persecution. The notion that all of that was ignored simply because she has a particularly distinctive figure sums up our obsession with celebrity and contorted reality. The problem isn’t Kim, but the culture who chose to manufacture and profit from her.
Either scrutinised or fetishized, Kimberly Noel Kardashian isn’t a slut and she isn’t a saint, she’s a mother, a wife, and an entrepreneur. Can she live?