Oh, how fun!
The deal was that if she would toss out everything in her closet, he would foot the bill for a whole new wardrobe, complete with tailoring to fit her, um, different body shape. She agreed, like a good submissive woman *insert heavy eye-rolling*, while Kanye, declaring she was “going to make best dressed lists now,” groped Kim. I call it groping, he called it showing the areas that needed to be tighter.
I don’t know about everyone else, but if someone offered to foot the bill for a brand-spanking-new designer wardrobe, I’d be okay with it.
Kim was freaking out, because she loves her clothes, but said that Kanye has made her want to explore more places/possibilities in the world, and that’s exciting. No, what’s exciting is NEVER EVER EVER having to see your crappy clothes again, Kim.
Kanye doesn’t do anything half-ass, and now his “Perfect Bitch” has a perfect wardrobe to match their perfect relationship and OHMYGODHOLDUP!
WHO WRITES A SONG ABOUT SOMEONE AND CALLS IT “PERFECT BITCH”?! That’s not romantic or awesome at all. Why not just title it like you mean it:
“Hey, bitch! I wrote a hot track just for you. I call it “You Make Me More Famous For Being A Jack Ass When You’re On My Arm”. Yeah, I thought you’d like that. It’s a real panty dropper, ain’t it? Word.”
That would definitely be something anyone would want their long-time friend/new lover to do. Who doesn’t want a song written about them or a closet full of Gucci? Kimye, you’re the perfect everything, and it’s all thanks to Kanye being the ultimate gentleman.