Kim who?

Am I the only one who finds Kim Kardashian completely forgettable?  A cartoon face generated ex nihilo from the pure white noise of pop culture?  A sock puppet?

A sex object masquerading as a whore?  A purveyor of skanky, fennel-cake New Jersey perfumes?  An idol to herself soliciting worshippers to the new cult of herself?

 I know the name because it’s forced upon me by the grocery store checkout.  I have no idea what she does except blog about herself.  I hear she’s on Leno and Letterman a lot.  I hear she’s one of those people who is famous for being famous.  Just the latest Paris Hilton.  Thankfully, that means her popularity will become passe’ in a year or so.

Supposedly she’s attractive.  I wouldn’t know.  I had to google her to find out what she looks like.  And for the life of me, I CANT REMEMBER HER FACE.  No joke.  The minute I look away, I forget what she looks like!  If I saw her on the street, I wouldn’t recognize her.

Which gives me a certain satisfaction, actually.

I would do anything to make her cry.