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Of all the storylines set up to play out this season, it's the two that are not discussed in the trailer that are the most compelling. The first is the possibility that Bruce Jenner may now be transitioning to becoming a woman, something the tabloid media has handled without even a modicum of tact. The second is that Scott Disick is a human being who continues to exist.While at this point it's widely acknowledged that much of what we see on reality TV is at least partially a performance, and therefore part artifice, Disick is the only one on the show who seems invested in stretching reality television as an art form. For Disick, this manifests itself alternatively in him refusing to play along with the game of performative living, acting irrationally, and annoying everyone else on the show. One day he's tooling around LA doing "work" in a van he's conscripted as a "mobile office" and/or "mobile van," the next he is threatening to install a helipad in his backyard so he can more conveniently fly to Las Vegas.The show took an unexpected turn in its Hamptons offshoot, as Disick spent much of the season bickering with Kourtney over whether or not "club appearances" count as actual work, drinking with his horrible, fratty rich friends, and going in and out of rehab for a cornucopia of addictions (definitely pills and booze, possibly cocaine). Suddenly, this weird piece of pop culture ephemera was depicting the banal, brutal realities of addiction. Kourtney kicked him out of the house for partying too much when he should be helping her raise their young children. He would up in the hospital, and viewers were unsure whether the blots of red on his pants were dye or blood. He waited in the kitchen of his friend's Manhattan apartment, preparing to ship off to rehab, looking like a man headed for the gas chamber. That these scenes were intercut with such trivialities as Khloe trying to convince French Montana to put on his shoes or Kim throwing a mini-Coachella for her daughter's birthday only put the darkness of Disick's situation in sharp relief. He was a portrait of the broken American male: insecure, anxious, and depressed, faced with the stark truth that all of the money and fame in the world cannot save him from himself.
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