I have to admit, being older, more the age group of the Kardashian parents, I’ve tended to let most of the Kardashian/Jenner stories pass me by. Perhaps in my late teens and twenties I’d have been interested, but not these days. I don’t get her fashion style, nor how much she shares online, and on TV, and I share a lot. Just not that much.
But that all changed the day we saw the reports where she was held up in Paris, in a place she thought safe. I saw her walk across the tarmac to the plane, with her husband, and I had a pang of pity for her, one like I have when I see pictures of abused animals, only not so strong. A maternal thing I think. Having children of my old, who are out in the big bad world more and more, and although Kim Kardashian is older, she suddenly seemed to become a being desperate for protection and a hug. Yes, she’s worth a large fortune, and no, she’ll never know anyone outside of her family actually thought any deeper than the surface events, but for some of us, in situations like that, the mother in us comes out.
My kids would give me funny looks if I mentioned it, but it’s one of those scenarios where we hope to never find ourselves in. It doesn’t stop us worrying about them, and worrying every time they go out the door, about what might happen to them. I doubt that even changes as they move into their twenties, thirties and more.
I think it’s empathy. Is that what it’s called? How could anyone not be empathetic with a woman who was tied up, gagged and robbed. It’s fortunate nothing more happened to her, but I can imagine it’s one of those situations that can affect you for life. I’ve been burgled, but not to the extent Kim endured, and not seeing the burglars either. I can’t even begin to imagine how she must have felt in that half hour or so she was locked into the bathroom for.
She’s done really well too. The temptation to never go out again must have been strong. We might all think the privileged have it easy, but we all have the same doubts, fears and emotions, which don’t disappear the moment some money comes through the expense account. We also don’t have the same worries about safety, nor the same potential as a target for robberies that wealthy or famous people have, and the two don’t necessarily collide.
Was I wrong to have that empathetic feeling?
I don’t think so.
Would I have had that empathetic feeling when I was younger?
I very much doubt it.
Does that make getting older harder, with more emotions?
For sure, but there’s nothing wrong with that.
Now just don’t tell my kids I empathised with the Kardashians. They’d laugh at me.