LATELY I have been giving Kim Kardashian’s breasts a lot of thought. It’s not as if those perky puppies can go unnoticed – every news stream seems to have a photo of the brunette sans bra in something sheer and clingy.
I would prefer not to witness them at all but that’s not going to happen. Because it appears this lady has little to say so she prefers to show instead.
Part of me thinks, “you go girl” when I see shots of KK revelling in her obvious charms while another part of me thinks, “just go away”. Because as much as I believe women shouldn’t be ashamed of their femininity or afraid to flaunt it, I often wish this woman could give it a break.
I feel I have endured years of seeing KK’s breasts and bum thrust in my face (and I’m not even on Instagram or watch Keeping Up With the Kardashians so, I am doing my best to avoid her) to the point where I wouldn’t be shocked is she posted her pap smear results for attention.
Recently, I am told in so-called news items, KK has lost a lot of weight, her body bouncing back after her last baby. This has entailed hard work and I say ‘good on her’ for being proud of the results. But I have also noticed that stakes have been upped on just how much she’s showing off since, her breasts now barely disguised as she runs errands with the paparazzi in tow.
And I do wonder how much of this is her need to feel relevant as a married mother of two in her thirties when she has two much younger sisters posing and pouting their way in to her coveted press space. In other words, is she flaunting out of desire or desperation?
Part of my concern with the entire KK phenomenon is that she has permeated the show-off bubble of social media and entered the mainstream. And this isn’t necessarily her fault.
Everything she wears – or doesn’t – is apparently newsworthy to major media outlets I would prefer to be concentrating on real news, you know, politics, elections, world hunger, global peace initiatives…
This is the fault of news services more interested in garnering clicks than exclusives. But considering the universal chicken and egg dilemma, much blame must go to a public that chooses to ogle KK rather than clicking on something which could expand their minds and understanding.
If news agencies are only giving readers what they want, what does it say about the public’s insatiable appetite for bouncing boobs and the greased-up rump on a brunette with little else to offer?
Perhaps if KK used such attention to impart something of real significance to her gazillions of influential followers, my mixed feelings dilemma wouldn’t be so vexing. Yet I am not to hear a quote from KK in all these years she has been thrust in my conscience that could in any way be viewed as progressive.
Maybe if she flaunted those boobs to impart information on the importance of breast checks? If her poised posterior close ups came with the message that large is still healthy, and that trying to achieve a big booty without having fat elsewhere is nigh on impossible? But no. KK’s flaunting seems to go no further than look at me and well, look at me again.
So, here is my struggle, do I put the girl down for enjoying her sexuality and being proud enough to share it, or do I deride her for her lack of humility, her overt audacity, her apparent lack of social conviction and her unwavering want to be noticed and admired? Should I applaud her for breaking the size 0 model ideal that only skinny is sexy or do I question her methods of achieving her bodacious body ie: surgery and radical dieting?
All this brings me back to my problem in the first place with the whole KK phenomenon. Why am I caring about this woman in the first place? I would be happy for her to go on with her life as vacuous and superficial as I might perceive it, if only I could avoid being part of it. Because I can’t help believe she is conveying way too much information while, at the same time, offering so little of real importance.
