Kris Jenner’s weird Asian sex doll daughter, also known as Kylie Jenner 4.o (she’s been upgraded at least twice since I named her 2.0), officially has her own show on E! which premiered Sunday night. I was going to PVR “Life of Kylie”, but then I realized I really didn’t give a shit.
As it turns out, most of the people who bothered to tune in really wish they hadn’t. Yes, somehow people were SHOCKED to find out that Kylie Jenner is about as riveting to watch as Batman Vs. Superman, with half of the emotional depth.
Critics have been comparing Kylie’s show to a 30-minute Snapchat story, while also agreeing that Kylie Jenner might be the least relatable human being on the planet (cuz she’s not actually a human, DUH!)
In their review of the show, “Life of Kylie Aims to Present the ‘Real’ Kylie Jenner…Whatever That May Be”, Vanity Fair (yes, Vanity fucking Fair reviewed this shit on their website), notes of Kylie’s on-screen therapy session:
“Kylie proceeds to tell the unseen therapist about the challenges of living her whole life on camera; the irony that this exchange is, uh, happening on camera is probably not lost on anyone…One feels like shouting at the television, ‘Turn the camera off and let her have a real therapy session!!!!!’ This was not, however, one of the suggested hashtags flashed on the screen during the scene.”
So, from what I’m hearing, “Life of Kylie” is basically 30 minutes of an extremely non-relatable, out of touch rich kid complaining about being famous…while being filmed for her own reality show.
I’d rag on Kylie Jenner, but I think I might actually feel bad for her because I legit think she must be super out of touch with reality at this point. Like, I think she might be mega fucked up and something went really wrong with her last upgrade. Like, maybe Kylie 4.0 is one of those Westworld sex robots or something and only part of her remembers the shit she’s done.
Either way, I’m probably not going to watch this shit because not even I hate myself that much.