Mission Kim possible - achieving peace at home
It must be so much easier to achieve peace at home, says Julia Molony, when you're Kardashian-rich
Last year when I was pregnant, Kim Kardashian was my celebrity pregnancy twin. By which I mean that she was a famous person who, at the time, was at roughly the same stage of gestation as I was - give or take a week or two.
Naturally, I followed her progress closely. As celebrity pregnancy twins go, Kim was a good one to have. By the late stages, she looked like a sofa stuffed in a stocking. This is reassuring to the pregnant woman. I have a friend whose celebrity pregnancy twin was Kate Middleton. She was taunted daily by the only female in history to get through the whole reproductive debacle without, apparently, changing her dress size, losing any muscle tone or even breaking a sweat.
At least Kim was decent enough to squash her swollen ankles into strappy sandals and let them be photographed, in all their bloated glory, by the tabloid media. It was a cheering sight for pregnant females everywhere.