Kris keeps kasting kids as kommodities
APOLOGIES for the screeching sound – that’s the noise of Kris Jenner’s steelheeled Louboutins as they teeter across the bottom of the reality TV barrel.
We already have Keeping Up with the Kardashians, the show that launched a brand that comes with enough merchandise revenue to obliterate a small country’s national debt.
Then there’s Rob & Chyna, the spin-off featuring the unemployed, temperamental male of the clan and his baby mamma, in a relationship that goes on and off more often than the light in my fridge. Don’t forget Khloe’s show, which encourages people to get a “Revenge Body” and publicly shame someone who upset them in the past.
And the youngest sister Kylie is getting her own series, presumably an educational pout-fest that will inform our younger generation why they should include the word “like” in every sentence. It’ll be, like, so kool.
Now we have a new kerching on the Kardashian cash register.
Granny Kris, matriarch of the family and hawker of her brood’s wares – whom I imagine sits on a leather chair like Blofeld, stroking her Kardashian cat – is said to be shopping around a show starring her six grandchildren, who have an average age of three.
Yep, little people who should be playing in sand and drawing on the walls are getting their own camera crew in a concept that she insists will let viewers see that they’re being well-parented.
No doubt they are. Unless you consider trifling little issues such as protection of privacy, avoidance of exploitation and safeguarding their security by keeping them out of the public eye.