Paris Hilton was right. The stars are blind. Although I think the former celebutante, who is the Paleozoic Era to Kim Kardashian’s Mesozoic, was referring to “true love,” not famous people by virtue of fame and money are changed from who they might have been if they’d languished in obscurity, poverty, or both, blinding them from what seems so obvious to the layman.
Being rich – and on TV – can make you very “different,” to paraphrase novelist and witness to the Roaring 20s excess F. Scott Fitzgerald. In his short story “The Rich Boy,” he writes that the wealthy, “Possess and enjoy early, and it does something to them, makes them soft, where we are hard, cynical where we are trustful, in a way that, unless you were born rich, it is very difficult to understand.”
For some, this may be the only way to rationalize the now-public love affair of Kardashian and rap impresario Kanye West.
Must be the money.
Personally, I get it. As a longtime listener of Kanye’s music, Kim K. is the exact woman he’s being rapping about since the “Graduation” album, maybe even earlier than that. If it wasn’t apparent then, it most certainly shouldn’t have been a shock to anyone who purchased “My Beautiful Dark Twisted Fantasy” and liked the track “Hell of A Life,” then worked their way up to the more recent “Way Too Cold.” In those songs he professes his desire for “bad bitches with no flaws” and porn stars.