The other day the wife and I were watching Keeping Up with the Kardashians, an inexplicably addictive TV show that features a bunch of wealthy people doing very little. One of the Kardashian sisters, Kim, is dating Reggie Bush. Another one of the Kardashian sisters, Khloe, is married to Lamar Odom. And the third Kardashian sister, Kourtney, just had a baby with her boyfriend …
Scott Disick.
According to a website that mocks his every move, Disick is a Long Island native who attended private school and now fancies himself as some sort of model. He actually is the show’s most fascinating figure, because while Bruce Jenner is plastic and odd and the girls are beautiful and dim and Bush and Odom are prototypical too-cool-for-school pro athletes, Disick is just an anus. He doesn’t have much interest in being a father; is relatively indifferent to everything; rarely listens to advice and comes across as the spoiled prick that his namesake website portrays him to be.
Sadly, he’s actually a pretty common guy in America—puts in as little time as possible with the kids, helps the wife only to humor her, thinks he’s The Man.
OK, I’m done.
