If I were to tell a story about a girl who, at just nine years old, was thrust into the bright lights of Hollywood fame, who lived publicly through her parents’ divorce and father’s gender transition all in a matter of years – who can’t go outside on a whim, who lives in an alternate reality – I think perhaps you’d despair a little. I think you would carefully consider the chaos of her life and come to the conclusion it’s unnatural, and that it would stunt the growth of any living thing due to the suffocating poison of its surrounds.
If I went and told you it was Kylie Jenner, you’d laugh and move on with your day.
Kylie Jenner is not living in the depths of poverty, nor is is she living on the streets without family and food and love. To suggest she’s more worthy of our sympathy than someone without any of the above would be irresponsible and deeply shallow. However, if Kylie Jenner was a woman by any other name, her story probably wouldn’t be one we snicker at.
Just over a week ago, the youngest Kardashian/Jenner gave birth to a baby girl, Stormi.
While baby news is objectively happy news on all fronts – after all, what shakes your perspective more than a tiny human with tiny toes relying on you for life – there’s something curious about a 20-year-old having a child when she’s not yet been one herself.
When she was just nine years old, Kylie Jenner’s family became one of the most famous families in the entire world. Every detail of their lives became fodder for public consumption: Their love lives, their quarrels, their vices. The more detail, the better.