Okay, let me clear something up. Inquisitr wasn’t requiring me, or even asking me, to get to the bottom of Ms. Kardashian’s, uh, bottom.
Shoving Ms. Kardashian’s butt aside for a moment, I should explain first what Inquisitr does: The on-line magazine’s journalists scour the internet for breaking news items they believe the public will be interested in. Then, the writers craft articles on those stories.
All things Kardashian, and other celebrity marriages and divorces, are apparently a lot more important to today’s readers than killer wildfires, terrorist attacks, or presidential candidate debates. I have a different view of “news” than most folks do, I guess.
I did get some traction out of a couple of stories about Kate Middleton, the Duchess of Cambridge. Was she pregnant, as per some swirling rumors? My Duchess stories got readers well into the thousands. I was amazed and baffled. It seemed to me that folks confuse rumor, gossip, and speculation, with news these days.
Because Kim Kardashian somehow mesmerizes so many, I had a running joke with Effie Orfanides, my mentor at Inquisitr.
"No Kardashian posterior posts," I told Effie. "I won’t write any."
I knew I was at the end of my short stint at inquisitr one slow news day when I had trouble finding an item that was interesting to the public, but that I could write about and live with. So, for laughs, I Googled “Kim Kardashian.” The first link that popped up, and therefore, the most popular, was this—and I swear, this is a quote:
Kim Kardashian’s Next Project Involves Her Bare Butt
I gave Inquisitr two weeks notice an hour or so later.
No, I’m not blind to the irony here. I have, in this Fritzburg post, given exposure to a subject I vowed never to write about. But Pastor Dan Weyerhauser stirred this up in my head with his sermon last Sunday.
Pastor Dan said God didn’t tell us not to murder because not murdering would ruin our day, or not to chase after another man’s wife because that would spoil our fun. He gave us instructions to keep us from hurting ourselves, or getting hurt, or hurting others.
When we give celebrities, ball players, any public or even private figures too much of our attention or admiration, we are worshiping idols.
Don’t believe it? I do. I’ve been just as guilty of idol worship as anyone else; it can be a tricky, insidious thing. I especially have to watch myself during football season… well, as a Cleveland Browns fan, more so in the past than now. I got distracted by football in the 1980’s, and by other things. I also got married in 1990 and divorced in 1995, and lived almost two decades I am not at all proud of.
Here’s the bottom line: Idol worship, in any form, is an insult to our Creator. It’s also, at the very least, a distraction from the truly important things in life.
Don’t believe that, either? After watching the last U.S. election process, the more-blatant-than-ever muddying of every puddle in sight, the uncovering and spreading of mountains of fertilizer, the protests and counter-protests, how could you not? So many moving parts demanded our immediate and undivided attention that we had to divide our attention immediately. The distractions, and the aftermath, have made strange times even stranger.
Who knew Kim Kardashian’s butt could be so dangerous? Or so famous? Let’s face it—as far as we as a nation are concerned, she has no other known, tangible assets.