Fuck the Kardashians (And Other Revelations I Had While I Had Mono)

Hey, you there! Yes, I’m back after a few months. There are many reasons I’ve been gone so long, but perhaps the most recent—and worst—is the fact that I had mono.

Yes, mononucleosis.

Now, there are two kinds of people in this world: Those who have had mono. And those who haven’t. The ones who have commiserate appropriately, for it is truly one of the most vile, hateful viruses on the planet. The ones who haven’t say stupid shit like, “Ooooo, who have you been kissing?” It is those people I would like to punch in the face.

Mono is the fucking worst. The. Worst. Well, the worst of the stuff that eventually goes away. I’m not saying it comes close to anything considered serious, but work with me, people. After weathering the worst physical breakdown I’ve ever had—chills, wild temperature swings, fevers and night sweats, vomiting, a sore throat that felt like swallowing razor blades, not sleeping more than an hour at a time, etc., for weeks on end—I had a few revelations while I was down and out.

Here they are:

  • I was in line at the Walgreen’s with my basket filled with Worthless Over the Counter Shit That Doesn’t Work when, in my misery, I looked up and saw every magazine cover plastered with Kim Kardashian’s face—the “just married” face, the “oversized sunglasses in the airport face” and, of course, just her standard dull-eyed, blow-up doll face, asking inane questions like “Fake or Real?” “Kim K. Files for Divorce from Kris…What went wrong?” and so forth and I found myself enraged. Not just annoyed, full-on rage. First off, WTF? Didn’t this bitch just spend $2 million and like 67 hours of E! programming getting fucking married? Is this all an orchestrated publicity stunt to further pull in the American public into the dumbed-down world of shopping for platform heels, slathering on Mac lip gloss and doing cheesy paid appearances in Las Vegas? (Uh, I’m firmly in the “yes” camp).

I'm at a loss as to who would wear the "I'm with Stupid" T-shirt.

  • Like 3.2 million other viewers, I, too, succumbed and watched the “Kourtney & Kim Take New York” premiere last night. And like 3.2 million other people I saw such gems as “Oh, my God! You just fucked up my pedicure!” and Kris Humphries constantly whine about getting to the gym by 8 a.m. Has anyone been seen reading a book or newspaper on this show? Ever? I really would like to know.
  • After being housebound for a month, I would like to cancel my cable subscription.
  • If you are ever seriously ill and in need of going to a hospital, may I ballpark what an overnight stay and a few IVs will cost you? Seven grand. And if you still think universal health care is a bad idea, may I say, Fuck You.
  • I believe the newest intelligence test comes in the form of that slapped together celebrity shitshow called “New Year’s Eve.” Once upon a time, some Hollywood asshole figured out that if you smashed enough A-Listers into one incredibly trite, pull-at-the-old-heartstrings, Rom-Com-A-Roma, aka “Valentine’s Day,” you’d make millions of dollars off the poor, sad, pathetic lives of middle-aged cat women and sorority girls everywhere. They were correct. And now, they’ve packaged that into that most loathsome of holidays, New Year’s Eve. If you go to see this movie—hell, if this movie even appeals to you—you are a fucking moron. Plain and simple. You should not be allowed to vote, have children or work anyplace but the DMV. Oh, and get another cat, why don’t you.
  • Speaking of morons, even if he is the biggest male bimbo in the world, why is Ashton Kutcher just continually getting hotter?
  • Those fucking Muppets. I mean, when Miss Piggy is featured in a fashion spread in InStyle magazine, someone should really lose their fucking job.
  • I wanted to do this one while I was probably face down in my own Campbell’s chicken soup puke, but Penn State football fans who were protesting the ousting of Joe Paterno over the sex abuse scandal, you guys get a double-triple fuck you. It’s truly a sad day when a sports empire takes precedence over the abuse of children. Then again, you’re probably the same kind of folks who don’t think that everyone should have health care.

Hey, I’m better, bitter as ever and hungry for some more trash talk. It’s good to be back.

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9 responses to “Fuck the Kardashians (And Other Revelations I Had While I Had Mono)

  1. I don’t understand how people claim to be repulsed by reality TV-related media but consume it anyway. Not judging, just confused. No amount of sickness nor homebound-ness would put me in such a position.

  2. Greg C.

    Kut the Kable for a noticeable decrease in nonsense like the Kardashians. Best thing I ever did. Allows me to focus on real entertainment. Just got “Love and Other Drugs” from Netflix. Nobody went to see this movie in the theater … not a single person. Anne Hathaway is way naked in it, and having all kinds of sex.

    • “Anne Hathaway is way naked in it, and having all kinds of sex” is the best review one could give that movie to motivate me to see it.

      • Shame on you, Greg. C. I also tried to watch that movie and shut it off in disgust. Just predictable, horrible bullshit it was. It’s like watching a slo-mo trainwreck, this decline in TV/film, yet I can’t tear myself away. It’s the same reason I couldn’t pass by Ally McBeal every time I bumped into it–I hated it so much I had to watch to see what crap they’d pull next.

        Cutting cable might be hard for my AMC and HBO though.

      • “Cutting cable might be hard for my AMC and HBO though” – We have neither and yet enjoy all their best programs on DVD/instant web viewing.

  3. oooh, who have you been kissing?

  4. anti jen

    My keyboard is all wet from the crying: Thank god you’re back. Oh, and underneath where you say: “See, maybe I am getting older but fuck it. These days, I want to read my book, screw my man, drink my tea and go to bed at a reasonable hour” should be the opening line of “Molly Brown’s Book about Aging, Motherfuckers”. Because the truth is that saggy boobs are kinda awesome, and if you hold yourself right with them, you look badass and superior.

  5. lostbuhner

    Sorry to hear of your nasty bout, but glad to see you back in fine blogging form.

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