“I do think her butt’s a bit … largish?” I smile to show that I don’t care and this is only small talk. Only small talk. Like you do when you are married.
“Yeah,” he agrees, “it is too big. A bit. Who is she, anyway?”
“Hm … Do you know … Have you ever heard of this guy called Simpson who killed his wife?”
“Well, then, it doesn’t matter. She’s no one. Really. Just forget her.”
I don’t feel like being bitter about people who earn gazillions by doing nothing (apart from growing a gross ass and having a really beautiful face) just right now so I decide he is not to know.
I have a husband who’s probably never heard of Kardashians. How good is that?!? 😈
OH, and: I also have some advice for Stewart. Yes, Kristen. It goes like this: Those fallen from grace real life may now embrace. This is a bad translation of a well-known German saying Ist der Ruf erst ruiniert, lebt sich’s völlig ungeniert (bad Slovenian translation: Ko je ugled enkrat ruiniran, lajf postane neženiran)
Good luck, Kristen.