I typically refrain from writing about pop culture because this is a personal blog, and very rarely does my personal life intersect with popular culture in a way that compels me to write. However, I believe in writing about what is top of mind and today, for better or worse, the Kimye wedding inundated my brain.
If you are one of those people rolling your eyes because I’m giving more ammo to the SEO power of Kim and Ye, sorry that I’m not sorry. Perhaps I will be less vapid and more thought-provoking tomorrow. Perhaps I won’t.
I didn’t realize Kim Kardashian and Kanye West tied the knot on Saturday (maybe I’ve been living under an entertainment rock) until I caught a glimpse of E! News as they recapped that Rob Kardashian did not attend the ceremony. After that, I read articles here and there about the wedding. And, like many others, I marveled at the newly-released photos of Kim’s gown. But, I stood in even more awe of the “Just Married” motorcycle jackets the couple donned post-ceremony.
While bingeing on all of this entertainment junk food, I secretly hated myself, wondering why I cared even a little bit about these two people. There was a time not too long ago when I stopped watching anything on E! because I was just plain tired of The Kardashian Kingdom. Yet, in the past few days, I’ve been a moth to the Kimye flame.
As she often times does, Jessica Schiffer can take credit for the change in my mindset. I read her piece, “The Wedding of Our Time: Another Love Letter To Kimye” on Saturday and it struck a chord. Schiffer writes:
But Kanye West—he of inappropriately timed comments, a give-no-fucks-ever attitude, and a talent for general existence that is unmatched in pop culture—settling down? That would be worthy of our eyeballs in and of itself, but it’s even more so because he is marrying the Kim of all Kims—another figure who produces a strong reaction in the general public, with society’s collective insecurities and emotions constantly projected onto her innocent and wildly successful figure. It often seems that people rally against her simply because she bucked the system better than the rest of us.
“She bucked the system better than the rest of us.” Holy shit. She’s right.
I think it’s very easy, almost too easy, to turn our noises up at Kim Kardashian and castigate her for not following a traditional, American Dream, route to success. It’s also easy to do the same when it pertains to her spouse, particularly when we couple his success with his general assholery. But, it’s also our responsibility to look at ourselves and wonder what’s the true source of our disdain for these two people who have undoubtedly caused a cosmic shift in 21st century entertainment. Maybe we are simply annoyed by Kim’s voice. Maybe our skin crawls every time Kanye cuts someone off while they’re mid-sentence. But, something tells me it’s more than that.
Jealousy and resentment are emotions born out of a one-dimensional view of someone’s life, success or circumstances. Our views of Kim and Kanye are one-dimensional, our perceptions formed based on the sliver of details we know thanks to television episodes or radio interviews. That one-dimensional view makes it easy to forget that they are both as human, as flawed, as complex as the rest of us. That one-dimensional view makes it easy to forget that these two people fight and love and cry and hurt like the rest of us. That one-dimensional view makes it easy to be so much less forgiving of these two than we would be of ourselves. That one-dimensional view can make us really small beings if we let it.
It is very easy to both hate and love that which you do not truly know. Jealousy is a snake of an emotion, often times inhabiting its possessor very quietly and then shooting out to spit venom into someone else when least expected. But, it’s also a natural response when we want something that we can’t have or we fall into the abyss of comparing ourselves to others. It’s easy to grab jealousy instead of trying to change ourselves. It’s easy to snatch jealousy instead of playing the cards we were dealt and not coveting the ones we were not. It’s easy to seize jealousy instead of accepting that Kim’s ass will always defy gravity, Kanye’s irreverence will always make headlines and these two people may very well live happily ever after.