So the Kardashians exist.
That is the situation we find ourselves in.
I can even say the phrase "So the Kardashians exist" into my phone's voice input, and thanks to the magic of Google, it can return the name spelled and capitalized correctly based on just me speaking the phrase on a street crowded with traffic. This achievement seems meaningful for some reason.
I learned this yesterday when I sent a memo to myself after receiving this tweet from People magazine, which, I guess, is embarassing in itself. (I was going to lie and say that I'd read it as a retweet somewhere but you know me better than that.)
There it is: showmance. You'd think there couldn't be a more hateful portmanteau involving romance than bromance, but there we go.
So on one hand, I guess I'm glad that was as a society have the capability of creating such an appropriate monstrosity to quickly and accurately described what that 72 days (plus related pre-hype) of matrimony probably waw.
But on the other hand, we have a fucking words for that.
I guess what I'm saying is that in a world where 'showmance' can roll of the collective tongue, if the Kardashians didn't exist, we would somehow invent the Kardashians.