Listen. Don’t ask me why I’m thinking about a 2.5 month-long celebrity marriage from almost a decade ago on Easter Sunday. Neither half of the couple has recently commented on the union, but for some reason this is where my mind is right now. A lack of social interaction has taken my mind to some strange places on this most holy day:
That’s not what’s important right now. What’s important is remembering that Kim Kardashian’s mother’s name is Kris Jenner…and her ex-husband’s name is Kris Humphries. Kris and Kris!
I’ve heard of women dating and marrying men with the same name as their brothers or fathers. I’m sure it’s a mental road block that can take some time to clear. (Side note: I have a distant relative named Danielle that’s married to a guy name Daniele. Not Daniel. Daniele. No real comment here, but that’s pretty out of the ordinary, no?) But a guy who spells his first name exactly the same way as your mother? That’s a whole different, strange level.
I know Kris and Kim’s wedding was a giant loveless publicity stunt and the Kardashians are really married to the whole “everyone’s name has to start with a K” thing, but you couldn’t find a guy named Kevin to carry this out? Or Kyle? Or Kenneth? Or Keith? Really ANY other K name besides that of the woman who carried you in her womb for nine months, raised you, and built a media empire off of the back of your sex tape.
In short: I implore all you ladies out there not to marry a man who’s named after your own mother. It’s apparently more difficult than I would think, but I believe in you all.
Happy Easter everybody!
ReJoyce 