Another cherished friend of mine – though I don’t see enough of him now that he is the Father of Snowy and Happy – left me an encouraging comment on my previous post “What the Blog?”, to stay true to myself. I assured him I always will. I am not intending a career switch from managing assets to gathering “eyeballs”, as he so elegantly put it. Besides, I’ve never learnt how not to speak my mind, which has landed me in trouble, so often, at work. And I respect words too much to use them for the sole purpose of seeking attention. The truth is, I do have a wide range of interests. I love Confucius, as I do Chanel. I enjoy Lionel Shriver as much as I enjoy Jimmy Choos. Hermes to me is not just the mythological god but also the mythical orange boxes. And I am as fascinated by the Clintons as the Kardashians. What do they tell us about American society today, do you think?

I have not watched a single episode of Keeping Up with the Kardashians but I know a lot about them. It is impossible not to! They are everywhere. I am amazed that they can dominate even mainstream media just by, it seems (I remind you again that I’ve not watched a single episode), not doing very much at all? Except taking selfies? Or publishing a “book” – of selfies?

Can a picture of an amply endowed derrière really be far more interesting than words painstakingly strung together to tell a beautiful story, or express an absorbing thought? I know I shouldn’t ask my twenty-something..

I don’t think I can write a piece on Kim K’s derrière anytime soon. Sorry to disappoint, but it’s not really an area of expertise, nor passion. So pick a topic, twenty-something. Dresses, shoes or bags? In the battle of my words versus Kim K’s butt, it’ll probably be a KO every time, but you have my word – I’ll work my own off to make it to round 10, or die trying.