COMMENT:
So, farewell Keeping Up With The Kardashians. I can't say I shall cry many tears for the end of this toxic slice of televisual inanity.
For 13 years since its debut in 2007, its mix of soft porn, vacuity, venality and general grubbiness has been infecting our culture, seeping into our collective consciousness like a suppurating boil of banality.
A bit over the top? Maybe. But I do really feel very strongly that it has coloured the perceptions of a whole generation of young girls and women, and not in any way favourably. I mean, we had Sex And The City, which, while racy, controversial and attention-seeking was nevertheless a well-thought-out saga of female empowerment, charting the lives of intelligent, sexy women in a man's world. Its protagonists did at least speak in whole sentences.
Keeping Up With The Kardashians, by contrast, is just a bunch of dolly birds stuffed full of facial fillers grabbing as much cash as they can by wiggling their assets at the cameras and manufacturing pointless dramas for the benefit of ratings. It is, perhaps more than any other, responsible for the normalisation of a cultural aesthetic that can, at best, be described as cheap titillation, at worst soft porn.