Things like this make me nostalgic for the days of Paris Hilton, because at least she had a bit of spark. Things like this almost make me miss Kim Kardashian, because at least she's some sort of spectacle. Things like this make me wonder whether the supermodel era even happened, even though I remember all the magazines I bought.
People tell you that life's about progress, but then you get stuff like this. The promise of a surname, and not much else.