God help me, I’m about to defend a Kardashian.
As you, your parents and the Mayans all know, Kim Kardashian and Kanye West are going to have a baby. They’re going to have a baby that, in all likelihood, will not save the world nor be the antichrist. It will almost certainly vomit and wear diapers and require feedings in the middle of the night. It will not be inherently self-centered — though babies, by definitely, are screamers and criers that require constant attention. All in all, it’ll simply be a baby, much to the dismay of the world who will look at it — as occurs when any two famous people procreate — as something much, much more.
So when I started reading about the outcry against Lady K’s competency as a parent, I found myself getting irritated with the amount of scrutiny she’s fallen under, including Twitter trolls calling her an “unfit mother”Â just because she went to a New Year’s Eve party and some people snapped photos.
Look, I don’t like Kim Kardashian any more than the next (mostly) sensible human being. I understand that she is irritating, ignorant and all-but-requires an intravenous stream of attention except when sleeping. But she is going to be a mother, and regardless of how incredibly obnoxious her own mom is, it’s somewhat unfair to judge whether or not she’s “unfit” just because she leaves the house as a pregnant lady.
Yes, she may dress is hilariously uncomfortable-looking maternity clothes, some of which border on appalling, and, yes, she may still be going out in the evening, but the former just means she’s got bad taste (not exactly breaking news) and the latter implies nothing except she’s still active in the nightlife that has, however stupidly, made her famous.
If she’s drinking or smoking, then obviously she’s doing something irresponsible. But there’s no proof, or even “insider” testimonials, regarding that type of behavior. I think this issue is much more about the way people judge pregnant women’s actions as though they’re terrible mothers if they do anything but sit and knit pastel booties whilst staring longingly out the bedroom window.