Sure, perhaps there are a few nuggets of joy to be found in the news from time to time — after all, who minds seeing a trim and fit Prince Harry dancing around naked in a Las Vegas hotel room? I know I don’t mind terribly badly.
But, all in all, it’s been a fairly somber news cycle recently. Between sudden accidents, tragic shootings and international crises, it feels like each story is more depressing than the last.
The other day, I had been watching CNN for just a little too long — does CNN news anchor Wolf Blitzer have to use that intense background music in every segment? That techno beat makes me anxious even before I know what the story is about. Anyway, I started scrolling through the channels, looking for anything to take my mind off the news. I quickly stumbled upon a show that I swore I’d never watch: “Keeping Up With the Kardashians.”
Yes, you read that right. It’s the same reality show that I’ve been making fun of for several years. The one featuring the dark-haired Kardashian sisters who have lips so plump that they could serve as life preservers during a shipwreck. And you know what I did? I watched the show — voluntarily.
There was another episode on after that one. So, I watched that, too.
It was as if some strange force had taken control of my brain. Suddenly, watching the Kardashians tweet photos of each other on their BlackBerrys became the most fascinating thing I’d seen since that rover thingy landed on Mars.
As my dour mood passed, so did my interest in the Kardashians. But in that brief moment (OK, maybe it wasn’t so brief), I was enveloped in their glitzy and entitled existence, making me forget all the depressing things happening in the world.
I never thought I’d say this, but — thank you, Kardashians. You made my day just a little better.
But please, don’t let the compliment go to your heads. I fear they are big enough already.
• Elizabette Guecamburu, a volunteer columnist for the Irrigator, is a writer and a native Patterson resident. She can be reached at firstname.lastname@example.org.