I've obviously lost my mind
Ever since the Karadshians became famous (for being famous, as they say), I've despised them. All of them. Constantly. I've thought they are the emblem of what's wrong with society. Mother, daughters, children, all of them, even the rapidly-dementing Bruce Jenner, once a great Olympian, now being depleted by the inanity of an uncloistered sect of retarded whores. Pointless, unproductive lives propped up for the entertainment (but certainly not the edification) of the great unwashed. Then, this past week, I clicked past their new program -- brought to us from "The Hamptons" by the modern-day P.T. Barnum of television, Ryan Seacrest (himself now become a synonym for tasteless, unnecessary and unwanted entertainment) -- and then clicked back. I watched for several minutes until the episode's end, at which point the network ran the same show again. And I watched it. All of it. Again. That's when I realized, much to my chagrin, embarrassment and horror, that I love Khloe Kardashian. L-O-V-E. I love her. The best defense I can offer is that she is smartest one of them all, although that's kinda like taking pride in being the least-offensive member of a herd of rabid skunks. Anyway, for whatever reason and by whatever means, I have fallen utterly and completely in love with Khloe Kardashian and I can't stop looking at her or listening to her or wishing I was rich enough to marry her. Khloe is spectacular. And I love her. I may require institutionalization, although I doubt anyone would try to cure this.