Brandy Barber.

When the wet n’ slimy news first dripped from the overflowing toilet bowl that is E! Online that Kim Kardashian™® was getting divorced from her husband after 70 some odd days of “marriage”, I emailed my friend Ellie. We agreed that it really blew that someone like Kim was allowed to make a mockery of an institution that many really wonderful, moral human beings are denied simply because they happen to be in love with someone of the same gender.

I kept mum on the whole vile Kardashian™® “wedding” “catastrophe” beyond that email exchange. It didn’t seem worth it to jump into the fray when others were doing it and masterfully, to boot. And I frankly don’t think the family has ever deserved ANYONE’S attention, for any reason, ever. But, then I saw this particular headline this afternoon, and noted its peculiar use of the word “brave”. Oh, here go hell come.

You know what’s brave, Ms. Kim? Coughing up the wads of cash you scampered off with when that dried out, walking talking animal carcass mother of yours Kris put you and that one sports idiot (they’re interchangeable, amiright) up to this shameless scheme.

I think you, Kim, owe it to the unfairly marginalized folks who don’t even legally have the right to force a spectacle shit-show wedding sponsored by E! Network, to donate every single shiny penny you trotted your filthy rump out to shimmy for to further marriage equality. Cough it up.

I mean, if you’re so very sorrowful about your “marriage” shitting the bed, why would you want to keep your greasy little mitts on that bank account full of bad memories of whatever-his-name-is? I mean…unless this was yet another of your tramp stunts, after all.

Hand over the cash, sister. Make it right.