Keeping up with the Kardashians, Season 17, Recap #5
I can picture all the times Kim Kardashian was slumped down on a wide-seat, plush couch with shoes on complaining that she is so tired. I feel that so hard to the core right now as I’m dealing with a cold that makes me feel like I was hit with a dump truck filled with DASH overstock. I am struggling to power through this episode of Keeping up with the Kardashians.
Every year, I slurp the Met Gala up, refreshing my Instagram feed like an overcooked vegetable just wanting to get that dopamine hit - what is Celine wearing this year? Oh BOOORING Ezra Miller is wearing a dress. Anyway, I was excited to see the lead up to Kim’s 2019 Met Gala look. I was shocked to see that Kim and Khloe actually saw what Kris was wearing to the Met Gala and didn’t stop her, this seems like sabotage to me. Somebody call the police.

It’s fitting that I started this recap talking about how Kim complains that she’s tired all the time. I get it, she seems really busy. She has to get in full glam, do a photoshoot, study for law school be a mom, sit in meetings, squeeze herself into a corset and latex dress and repeat it all again and again and again. Seeing her waist in that corset was mind-boggling - her body looked completely insane. Although, I get the “campy” vision that they were going for now; they were exaggerating her body to an extreme.

This whirlwind week also happens to be the due date of Kim’s fourth baby is due; so she decides to have a CBD baby shower that looked like the Calabasas version of Midsommar.



It was nice to see an episode of Keeping up with the Kardashians where Kim was praising Paris Hilton and the influence that she had on her life. It is true, Paris looks just like she did in 2003 and it’s blowing my mind. As she put it, she has “reverse Benjamin Button syndrome, that’s hot”. I’d like to think that they have had this supportive friendship and mutual respect for each other but I’m sure that there was some drama over the last 15 years.


In the spirit of friendship, Paris asked Kim to be in her new music video. Kayne said that her song was “bomb” and that she should ask French to have a verse on it. Honestly, I am suspicious of his opinion.

This is a very Kim-focused episode, so to sprinkle in some additional storylines, they showed Kourtney being robbed by one of her employees. She seemed pretty relaxed to be hacked and having thousands of dollars stolen from her but I guess that’s the privilege of being filthy rich, just sage your problems away.

On the night before the Met Gala, during Kim’s final fitting, Kanye decides to tell her that he’s not into how she’s showing off her body and that he’s not into the corset because he’s on a different journey now. Honestly, I could barely make sense of what he was saying, but I was proud of Kim for standing up for herself and telling him that she can do her own thing too. I can see how Kanye’s energy has probably influenced a lot of what she’s done over the years and he probably has a hissy fit everytime she disagrees with him.


As this episode is airing approximately 5 months after the Met Gala, we all know what everyone looked like. Kris wore this terrible blonde wig and I have no idea who let her out of the house, Kendall and Kylie looked like the evil stepsisters in Cinderella and Kim was dripping in latex and urine? Listen, I love comfort so much so it’s completely unfathomable for me that I would spend an entire evening with my organs squeezed into a Pillsbury biscuit can, not being able to pee and being OK with peeing on my legs if necessary. This is a commitment to fashion that my raggedy ass will never understand.

Despite the hectic week, Kim is able to make it back to LA before her surrogate gives birth. Unfortunately, her baby is breech and needs an aversion? These are all terms I just learned and I don’t exactly understand how this works, but seems like it’s not good. Ultimately, we know that the baby was born and let’s hope that the surrogate was OK too. Anyway I need to put myself in a Nyquil induced coma now, until next week my five faithful readers. XOXO.
















































































































































