OK Magazine Has A Different Notion Of Tragedy Than We Do
Let’s say I ran up to you in Bed, Bath & Beyond or some simulacrum and shoved this magazine in your face. What would you believe this cover story to be about?
I am guessing your mind went straight to miscarriage, maybe a bitter custody dispute, or possibly the death of a child. Something genuinely tragic and awful.
Kendra Wilkinson-Baskett has just one wish this holiday season. “I just want to be with my family,” she says wistfully. … Now, she’s been living alone in L.A. and filming [her reality] show while husband Hank Baskett is in Minneapolis playing for the Vikings.
But what’s worse, Kendra has been forced to make the biggest sacrifice a mother can make in sending her infant son to live with his father. “Life has changed now,” Kendra tells OK! exclusively. “It gets so lonely.”
Let’s all take a collective moment of what-the-fuckness.
First up, Kendra. A cursory Google image search I made while looking for the photo above educated me to the fact that Kendra and OK Magazine have something of a relationship, with her frequently taking up a cover to pose with her baby while wearing a bikini or posing with her baby while exercising to fit in a bikini. So, as with most tabloid stories about reality television stars, this is an actual exclusive, not just made up garbage to fill space.
This comes on the heels of Kendra’s last exclusive, this with OK’s equally bottom-feeding hill person sister, Life & Style. Again, game time: what do YOU, gentle reader, think this story is about?
Divorce, right? Probably at the hands of a no good lying cheat of a man.
Nope. In fact, both of these stories tell the same tale: Kendra stays in LA because it’s where the camera people are while her husband does his actual job in Minnesota (they don’t have cameras there; I looked it up). Then she sent her kid, her very young child, out to stay with daddy.
If you recall, earlier this week, we learned that Kendra makes upwards of $2 million a year. One would think that $2 million, not to mention her husband’s NFL money, could pay for her to join them. She’s making the choice not to be with her family. Now, I shouldn’t judge the decision of a working mother (in the loosest sense of the words) to stay where the money is. But I do judge the rich girl who chooses fame over family, then seeks out magazine interviews, complete with sad-face photo shoots to whine about it and imply that it is somehow out of her hands, and dare compare herself to ACTUAL single mothers.
Now onto OK.
Not OK, OK. (See what I did there?) Are you fucking joking with this? There’s no way they didn’t know what they were doing. And I realize that to question the ethics and reporting skills of one of the lowest tabloid rags, the Superteen to People’s Bop and US Weekly’s Tiger Beat, is where madness lies and is completely useless. But implying that sending a kid on a fucking vacation is remotely similar to the loss of a child is beyond fucked up. Give us a hundred more covers featuring Aniston v. Jolie, report that Phyllis Diller is pregnant with Zac Efron’s baby, whatever. But keep it classy, in the most relative, my-lucite-heels-have-real-sequins-on-the-straps-not-just-glitter classy way.
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