OK, I know, I know, I'm feeding the beast but I cannot help myself. Looking at the Vanity Fair cover with Caitlyn Jenner, I cannot help but that all the Kardashian women (I cannot start to list all those obnoxious names that start with a "K") have to be beside themselves. They only wish they could look so good gracing a magazine cover. Seriously!
And of course Kim announces she is expecting another K-kid on the same day that the VF cover is revealed. How supportive can one be of their stepfather? No competition there I suppose.
You could not make this stuff up if you tried. If only some sick truth about the family were to be revealed so, they too, could vanish into nowhere like other reality shows. Honey Boo Boo's mother June made that unfortunate choice of a convicted pedophile as a significant other. The Dugger's are still digging out of the revelation of their past unfortunate incident. One would think it would not be hard for the K-Klan to cook their proverbial golden goose. But so far all the gawd, farce, and dysfunction only seems fuel the insanity, leaving behind them a path of dissed husbands, disgruntled beaus, former Olympians, and a trail of hanger-oners hoping to be a part of it all.
The one shining star is Bruce, now Caitlyn, who in all the mess figured out who he really is and finally got the nerve to go public and go on with
his her life. God bless him her. The miracle is that she survived the melee. In fact thinking about it, having survived that household, all the issues with a transgender transformation should be easy in comparison. At least now she knows she is dealing with the real world instead of imbecilic reality TV and world it creates.
What irony, from all this rubbish, a swan rises. Who knew it would be
Bruce Caitlyn and thank God she spells it with a "C".