Keeping Up With The Kardashians

After brunch today at Mercer Kitchen in Soho, I was doing a little shopping and passed the Kardashian's NYC outpost of their Dash boutique.  Outside the storefront, there was a frenzied mass of what I can only assume were tourists (who were all possibly hopped up on QuickTrim), standing behind a roped off area.  A stern looking doorman was letting people in and out like it was Tenjune or some other crappy Meatpacking District nightclub, while the crowd would lean over the rope thing to peek in the window and take pictures.  It was mayhem!

Women exiting Dash clutched their shopping bags filled with overpriced goods, giddy with having acquired a piece of the K sisters.  These are the damn people that are keeping the Kardashian brand afloat!!!  They keep that horrible show on the air and keep Kim on magazine after magazine with her boobs and butt pushed up and out, staring into the camera with her signature doe-eyed but completely vacant look.  Really, it's pretty amazing that a woman who's most famous for a big ass, a sex tape with Ray J and string of pro athlete boyfriends, has capitalized on her sex-kitten image and made millions slapping her name on a multitude of products and her reality TV show - and taken the whole freaking family along for the ride!  I will admit to watching the occasional episode of Keeping Up With the Kardashians, mostly to laugh at all the unintelligible comments, stupid antics and just plain stupidity!  Did anyone see the episode where Kim cries over her naked pics in W magazine?  Ummm hellooo you posed NAKED!!!  However, I have zero desire to purchase weight-loss products promoted by the Amazonian-proportioned Khloe, booty-enhancing Bebe duds, eau de fame whore, or awkward looking Skechers toning shoes!  I walked by, shaking my head, only hoping that these people had other activities planned on their NYC itinerary other than catching a glimpse of a Kardashian!