No Dance Fever Here

Since there is no subject on which I am afraid to comment, even if I know nothing about it, I feel the need to mention that Kim Kardashian and her unfortunate dance partner, Mark Ballas, were sent home on Dancing With The Stars last night.

You may well be wondering, since I have never seen an episode of that show in its entirety, how I would have the unmitigated gall to express an opinion about it. Well, I'll tell you how.

It's because I did happen to see Kim dance,briefly, on two episodes. Not that I suffered through the entire dance. I was just surfing the channels with the idea that I might catch Cloris Leachman lurching around the dance floor and being funny. I never did get to see Cloris, but I saw enough of Kim in action to want to watch her and her partner on the view today, in order to confirm my initial opinion. And, yep, I was right, all right.

It is not very often that you see a contestant on that show who has absolutely no dancing ability whatsoever, and that no amount of practice can improve. It makes one wonder if contestants pay to be on the show, rather than, say, auditioning?

Bless her heart, Kim was taught some pretty simple dance steps in which her big old butt was promminently featured, and even that didn't help. She never did figure out how to shake it. There's probably a very good reason why her other reality show isn't called, "The Dancing Kardashians."

Kim is probably a very nice girl, with talents in other areas, and I'm not trying to be mean (it just seems to come naturally). But, really, hasn't anyone ever told her she can't dance? Didn't she already know she couldn't dance? I know I can't dance, and I also know that when I try, I look a lot like Kim (without the sweet smile, great bod, luxurious hair, and we won't talk about my butt).

Honey, can you sing?