Cover boy, Lord, American Psycho — Scott Disick is a man of many wonders. He is almost single-handedly responsible for everything Good and Hilarious to happen on all things “Kardashian” as of late insofar as he is uncompromisingly ridiculous and it brings me pure joy. In the latest episode of “Kourtney & Kim Take Miami,” Kourtney calls Scott out on borrowing what appears to be her Laura Mercier tinted moisturizer. Kim also announces she’s pregnant, but whatever. Scott’s makeup hoarding (and feigning cluelessness!) is far and away the highlight of this episode, along with Kourtney’s trademark deadpan, totally Xanaxed-out delivery as she sneakily confirms that Scott is, indeed, borrowing her beauty products. So! When are they announcing his spin-off? Mama Kris would never approve of that, but I guarantee viewers would be far more likely to tune in to “The Scott Show” than “Kendall & Kylie’s Boring Whatever.” [BuzzFeed]
What do you guys know about Scott Disick? I know that he is the most fascinating and, scarily enough, often the most logical specimen on “Keeping Up with the Kardashians” or any variation or spin-off thereof. I know that he refers to himself by the moniker of “Lord Disick,” a title he bought online. I know that a sophisticated older French girl I went to prep school with who never wore deodorant hung out with him at a club in the Hamptons (The Elm, if you must know), where he bragged about how he was using Kourtney for her money and didn’t give a shit about her and slept with other girls all the time. Which, like, I find so hard to believe. “Sentimental Scott” Disick? No way.
Anyway, I saw the greatest “Kourtney and Kim Take Miami” episode the other night, where Kourtney is pissed off because Scott is hanging out with all these lesbians, and then Kourtney squirts breast milk on Kim’s psoriasis. This really got me to thinking about what Scott actually does with his life. Who is he really, and where did he come from? I found myself needing answers that I couldn’t find on any Wikipedia page. Fortunately for me, Scott did a recent interview in Haute Living magazine (I’ve never read that magazine but I know that I hate it) where he dished on style, skincare, and “Seinfeld.” Here are a few things I learned… Keep reading »
I have a bizarre limerence for Scott Disick, the vaguely threatening, Patrick Bateman-esque father of Kourtney Kardashian‘s children. Maybe it’s because I’m from New England, but Disick’s combination of slick, preppy rich-boy style, unapologetic dogmatism, and self-reverential charm is exactly what I look for in someone to both lust after and loathe. What I didn’t realize, however, is that I’ve actually been crushing on Scott for ten years. Say whaaaaat. Keep reading »
King Douchebag Disick and his minions were spotted leaving a millinery. No doubt he was being fitted for his crown. Seriously, someone needs to pop Scott Disick’s ego before it explodes. Under no circumstances does he need to wear a brocade, fur-lined cape. And the cane? As a person currently suffering from a foot injury, I take issue with vanity canes. It ain’t right. [Buzzfeed]
Kourtney Kardashian has laid down the law to Scott Disick with a set of five stringent rules now that she is very pregnant with their new child. Scott faces immediate excommunication from the Kardashian Empire which now provides the playboy with the bulk of his income should he prove unable to follow these special rules. Read more…
The term “classy” winks at, well, the upper class. When we say someone has “class,” we mean to say that such a person is refined or even elegant in their behavior and the way they carry themselves, in a manner that’s typical of a higher caste. It suggests that people who are born into, or climb into, a higher social echelon are better-behaved, have better taste, and are all-around better.
As anyone who’s ever read an F. Scott Fitzgerald novel or grown up in a wealthy setting can attest, that belief is downright laughable. Keep reading »