Once upon a time… there was a magnificent creature – the Jackson Kardashian. It sang beautiful music and had an enormous arse. It was a marketer’s dream. It had so many reality tv shows in production it wasn’t sure what was real anymore. JK was presently starring in Behind the Scenes of Jackson Kardashian Takes Miami’s Behind The Scenes Very Special Christmas Special.
Jackson Kardashian had been so very lucky in love 15 times and then so very unlucky in love 15 times, but it made great television. The dating, marriage, divorce and “reckless, single, fun time” shows were a hit in 100 countries and had garnered 2,568 front page magazine articles and lead to 45,000 in-store and nightclub appearances. Jackson Kardashian also had a range of clothes, bags, perfumes, breakfast cereals, dolls, sanitary napkins, jewellery, jeans, sunglasses, diet shakes, cheesey snacks and hollywood tape. JK had released a highly successful series of self help books, starred in 24 “accidental”sex tapes and recorded 150 Top 10 hits, all while touring world-wide and filming simultaneously.
Jackson Kardashian was beyond rich, beyond famous and lived an entirely scripted life without ever having to carry out an original thought. Even the person hired to dry clean JK’s arse after toileting was famous. The media machine had managed to out-fame fame and now traveled with an entourage of 450 people, all desperately trying to get a slice of JK’s fame and cash. Little bits of JK’s life constantly popped up on Ebay, even toenail clippings. And there were currently 12 women claiming to have JK’s love child.
Jackson Kardashian was sad. Jackson Kardashian was lonely. Jackson Kardashian just wanted to do animated animal jig saw puzzles and paint pictures of Care Bears. Jackson Kardashian was living through a lens – a victim of its own stupidity. Jackson Kardashian didn’t know when to step out of the limelight and was even negotiating the rights to Jackson Kardashian Goes to the Cemetery and its corresponding soundtrack and tell-all book. Jackson Kardashian was the pin-up of pop culture – a legend in its own Slimquick shaker. Jackson Kardashian was a dumb arse for ruining the chance to do something worthwhile with its life. And we’re even bigger dumb arses for rushing to buy Jackson Kardashian’s latest Playboy spread.
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Hi, I'm Bianca Wordley, I write about life.
I adore this post Bianca, you clever cookie. Submit it to newspapers as an opinion piece right now please xx
Amen to that.
FINALLY. SOMEONE. SAID. IT.
Poor little Jackson Kardashian.
I don’t watch reality TV – I did, years ago back in the days of the original Laguna Beach but it eventually crushed my soul and I just stopped it – cold turkey, no more. I have not read/watched or listened to one trashy moment of Kim Kardashian’s sad sad life apart from the bit on MMSky the other night and this piece.
This tweet from @AnIdleDad I think said it all for me.
RT @AnIdleDad: If you don’t talk about her, tweet about her or comment about her, we won’t hear about her. #simple
Fabulous! Simply fabulous!
I’m not entirely sure who Jackson Kardashian is, but if he’s any relation to the K’s, he’s in big trouble. x
I’m with kirsty. I didn’t even know who kk was until 2 months ago… Now I wish I’d kept it that way!
love love love this story.
I know absolutely nothing about the Kardashians. They are so totally unimportant. To me.