I’ll be honest, I debated about which Kim Kardashian and Kanye West wedding story I was going to run with — since this thing will, without a doubt, churn about two weeks’ worth of famewhoring, I limited myself to only one Kimye piece a day. You’re welcome I guess? — and there were more than a few to pick from. I very nearly went with the one about how the other Kardashians ran their brother out of the wedding because he was too fat, but then I was like nah! Let’s go with the one where oddsmakers are already putting bets on when they get divorced. Page Six reports …
My favorite oddsmaker, Danny Sheridan, makes the over/under at one year and one day. “While we all wish the happy couple the best, I’m taking the ‘under’ for my lungs,” Sheridan said. Translation: he’ll bet the farm they separate before May 24, 2015.
The reason I picked this story to start with, out of all the other equally famewhory / schadenfreudian stories, was context. Over the next couple weeks, we’re going to see a gawddamn deluge of stupid bullsh!t about this wedding and the feuds and the fighting and what everyone wore, but consider this story as your reminder that this whole thing will probably go belly up in no time. It’s a union between an egotist and a useless attention-seeker filmed as a TV special. Yogurt has a longer shelf-life than these two.