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She acted happy being married to Kris for awhile. That alone deserves an award.

That, the complete unconsciousness of privilege, and then there’s the whole “killed a woman, showed no remorse,” thing as well. I simply don’t think she’s a good person and she’s certainly not anyone I want to watch in anything.

I thought she was going to star on

We want to love her, but she’s a Republican and a pretty insulated one at that. Sigh.

Jill should’ve cast Candis Cayne in the role, not Caitlyn. Candis is actually an actress and was wonderful in Dirty, Sexy, Money.

Given that I only know about the book because I was curious what, exactly, it is about Kylie that makes anyone care who she is and looked at her Wikipedia page, that seems likely.

As bad as the woman in her 20s in the audience of the daytime show Fab Life last week who went on and on to one of the hosts about how she idolizes Kylie Jenner - “beautiful, classy, style icon” - and was hugely disappointed that she couldn’t find any of her sold out lip kits. Of course the show found one for her and

My immediate thought was these girls are terrifying.

Right?! Dad and Grandpa take the girls (ages 7-11ish) to da club at midnight? 2am? to wait for Kylie Jenner?! Three generations of foolish. (Love how the youngest immediately fell asleep afterwards.)

That was my first thought too. how screwed up is their life that they even know who this empty shell is, and they are waiting outside a LA club at night for her autograph?!

What is there for children that young to be fans of in the Kylie Jenner oeuvre?

I too am a Koopa Troopa.

I’m partial to Kingsley and Kilmarnock, myself.

I think Koopa is my fave, of all of them. She’s vaguely inspiring, anyway.

wait this is actually terrifying.

I'm sorry. But who in their right mind would take young kids to stand in front of a club for a photo? I'm more so bothered with that than anything.

This would be fun!

What do you mean, pretend?

Inspired by the typo in the first paragraph (please don’t fix it!) I’ve just had what might be a brilliant idea.

I worked as a model in the late ‘70s/early ‘80s. I was too short to even think of being Janice level, but Gloria Vanderbilt’s new designer jeans with the swan on my ass paid for my 7 Sister’s college and part of my law school tuition. Native New Yorker I knew Gia Carangi, Carol Alt (daughter of my mom’s friend) and