Once again Kim Kardashian proves that, no matter how irritated or torn by her antics I might be, she can always make me appreciate some aspect of her again just by putting on a bikini, like she did the other night in Miami. There's some kind of witchcraft happening there. Where once there appeared to be a steadily fattening up body, stressing out the threads in a set of jeans or taxing a pair of yoga pants, somehow everything comes back into shape when she wraps herself up in a stringy number like this, letting every engorged aspect of her body hang as it will. I'm loathe to call myself a fan of her, because I'm totally not. Her entire life is repellant to me, but I do like the look of her.