Like it or not, Scott Disick’s pretentious new fashion accessory — his new cane — was the central theme of Episode 6. He discovers the upscale men’s boutique Paul Stuart — which he says should be called ‘Scott Disick’ because it’s so chock full of fabulous smoking jackets, ascots, and walking sticks. So he picks up a $3,500 cane (and signs the credit card slip as if he just bought a $3 cup of coffee). Kourtney is horrified with his new accessory and, after voicing her annoyance, hides it. Scott becomes infuriated and takes her pricey Fendi and Prada shoes out of the closet and threatens to throw them off the balcony (which he ultimately doesn’t). Kourt gives him back his beloved cane, which she had hidden under the cushions on the terrace. And Scott’s a happy man once again.
Scott’s cane obsession (sorry — we mean ‘walking stick’) — is tres annoying; Kourtney is right. But we can’t help but be impressed by the way the man has done a 180 — no tension between him and Kourt, no bar fights, no drunken rants. Maybe he has changed. Because we find ourselves actually liking him. (Though his drunken drama made for some pretty intense and memorable episodes of Keeping Up With the Kardashians.) We so badly don’t want to love the man we love to hate, but we’ve come around!
In other KKTNY plot lines… Kim meets recording artist pal Ciara for lunch in what seems like a heavily rehearsed and orchestrated scene. (It seems like the two are reading off of teleprompters.) Kim reveals for the thousandth time she is single (no mention of her romantic connection with bodyguard Shengo), which, quite frankly, we are totally tired of hearing. Ciara tells Kim that famed producer The-Dream wants to work with her on a song. (But we already know all of this from the excessive media hype surrounding the conversation.) Kim voices her complete and utter trepidation, which is really very endearing. And PRESTO — in the next scene, Kim is in the studio meeting The-Dream for the recording session. The producer had already written most of the track — all that was missing was Kim’s vocal. (The very deep lyrics are: “I'm goin’ out tonight/ it's goin’ down/ Headed straight for the front of the line/ on the fly/ on the floor I can't stand still/ I'm goin to work like I’m paying my bills (bills)/ My whole clique’s on the floor (on the floor)/ We gon’ party and party some more (some more).”) The Washington Post’s Celebritology 2.0 blog slammed the song, saying, “Its lyrics appear to have been penned by a third-grader who is writing a short story about what adults do when they go clubbing.”
Kim is so nervous about recording the track that she makes us nervous for her. It’s actually very cute to see such a media powerhouse act so human and vulnerable. She records the vocal half-heartedly, and has to leave the studio (she looks like she’s about to cry). Everyone seems disappointed (even The-Dream looks bummed) but she comes back in, sipping a rather large glass of something. She manages to lay down the verse and chorus, and The-Dream somehow makes it listenable — but even the polished version, which he plays for her the next day, is so lame it makes Paris Hilton’s single “Stars are Blind” look like a masterpiece. Kim gets points for trying, but we’re just praying that she doesn’t decide to do an entire album!
Sorry, Kim, but that’s a scary thought. Very scary.