My name is Katie, and I'm addicted to the Kardashians.

My name is Katie, and I’m addicted to the Kardashians.

Ok, so it’s not something I’m proud of, but it is what it is. I am an addict. I am addicted to the show “Keeping up with the Kardashians”. I don’t know what is wrong with me. I tell myself each week to change the channel, but somehow I end up on E! watching the same episode that I have watched a hundred times before. It’s like I’m on a strange drug binge that I have no awareness of until the show is over.

 
The most amazing thing is that though I am addicted to the Kardashians, I also can’t stand them. It annoys me that they have their own television show. It annoys me that they are rich. It annoys me that they are famous.

Despite the fact that they are famous, their lives aren’t even that interesting. They have episodes of them getting their drivers license. Check – done that. They have episodes of them throwing baby showers. Check – done that. They have episodes of them making special appearances at nightclubs in Vegas. Check – done, wait – ok so I haven’t done everything they have but I’m pretty darn close.

But despite how much I dislike them, I also admire them. I appreciate the fact that they have curves and aren’t super skinny. I respect how they are religious. I like that they have expanded their brand to nail polish, clothes, and other merchandise.

But then I have this complete 180° turn. Why are they famous? They model but they aren’t even super skinny. Why are they famous? They cuss constantly and can be so extremely vulgar. Why are they famous? They wear the most ridiculous clothes. Have you seen the shoulder pads? I mean come on, it’s not 1987 anymore.

So the battle goes on. My emotional turmoil continues.

To love or hate the Kardashians - that is the question.