Emily
Ahhh, Old Hollywood. The scandals, the style, the starlets! I am, of course, talking about the mid-aughts, a very, very good time for show business – both of Britney’s marriages, the end of the original Bennifer, the rise of TomKat, Ashlee Simpson’s lip-sync jig on SNL, everything Lindsay Lohan, and the continued reign of Paris Hilton (ft. Nicole Richie). Little did we know what was stirring in the deepest, darkest recesses of Calabasas. A powerful, starving force had awakened, attracted by the bright lights of the paparazzi and the tacky fashions of the red carpet. “Me, me, meeee,” the beast growled, “Why not meeee?” Then, in 2007, the beast emerged; Kim Kardashian’s sex tape was released, and Keeping Up with the Kardashians promptly hit the airwaves.
