I was in the passing lane on 1-95 heading to Virginia to pick up my daughter from college.
My good friend and I were 10 minutes into a deep cell-phone discussion about the Kardashians; trying to figure out the relational maze that is developing thanks to the latest hook-ups and pregnancy. It’s a small and crowded circle they live in, those Kardashians.. I’m not sure a dog breeder with a good reputation would be comfortable with the familial “traffic patterns” pictured below. And you don’t have to be a wedding planner to know that it gets real complicated when someone is two things to the same person.. like a cousin and a brother. 😟
Our conversation reminded me of a disturbing episode of “Parts Unknown” where Anthony Bourdain took a long, hot and horrible canoe trip up into a dark, tangled jungle to visit “old friends.” Not sure if he was in Vietnam or Borneo or wherever, but this group of people basically lived in a “long house” that looked like an abandoned 1950’s Holiday Inn – literally in the middle of nowhere. A high priest walked around the compound with a bottle of mystery booze dispensing it to the citizens as if it was holy water. At night, they all drank and danced in the “lobby” until they passed out on the floor. The whole thing was straight out of some meth-induced induced nightmare and I couldn’t help but wonder about the effects of possible inbreeding in such a small group of isolated people.
But back to the Kardashians whose own family tree limbs are frankly pretty tightly twisted. As my friend and I pruned our way through, revealing and discussing all the bad apples in their orchard, we were suddenly struck with a profound moment of self-awareness..
I mean here we were..two mothers… one of us (me) a fifty something, the other in her forties.. using words like Tyga, Chyna and Wiz and discussing the hair of some teen who dyes it blue and some ex-girlfriend who shaves hers off..
as if we really cared!
We started laughing so hard that I almost had to pull over to the side of the road. The absurdity of it all, and the fact that we knew enough about these crazy people to have a somewhat long and semi-thoughtful conversation, was truly hysterical.
Thank goodness for friends with whom we can share both serious and really..really stupid stuff. It still makes me smile just thinking about our silly conversation..and it sure made the road trip go by MUCH faster.