Once upon a time, people got famous for doing stuff. Discovering penicillin. Writing ‘Sergeant Pepper’. Creating the greatest body of literature in the English language and, possibly, all literature. Discovering places. Inventing things.
Now? You get famous for a sex tape. And make millions from it.
And then you make the remainder of your K-K-K family famous by dragging them along in your wake.
Finally, someone called Disick (the ‘is‘ in the middle are pronounced silently) reaches the very nadir of ‘fame’. The ‘celebrity for being a celebrity’ culture reaches rock bottom.
Not what a bush looks like naturally