I tried to ignore the latest scandal in the unreal bubble of reality TV but as the Kardashians are as omnipresent as air, it proved impossible.

Also I read about it while doing boring admin chores and would have watched flies mate just for the distraction.

Thankfully, there are literally seven million references on the spat available on the internet, should you wish to punish your brain.

For those of you who don’t know, Tristan Thompson (plays basketball) cheated on Khloe Kardashian (the blonde one) with Jordyn Woods (the hanger on) best friend to Kylie Jenner (Khloe’s sister).

Khloe and Tristan have a child (true) and they are referred to as baby mama and baby daddy, because mum and dad is not self-explanatory enough.

After being demonised as the scarlet harlot, Jordyn defended herself on a chat show, insisting Tristan kissed her at a party. On the lips. Honest.

In the meantime, Tristan has faced a fraction of the backlash, despite being the one who cheated, for the umpteenth time.

Sexist is the social media troll feasting on a woman who got with a guy, with a sat nav in his pants, postcode “she’ll do”.

Or as one charming African American lady described it, on an edition of US Loose Women, Tristan is “what we all call, community penis”.

In mitigation, Tristan is freakishly tall so it is possible his blood struggles to pump past his pants. Jordyn said she was shocked by being “bullied from people that just a week before were telling me how much they loved me”.

Infidelity with another’s baby daddy tends not to warrant roses but bullied is accurate.

She is a 21-year-old woman, suffering social media’s equivalent of a stoning.

Referring to those who orbit the Kardashians, she said: “I can tell you one thing, 90 per cent of these people were not my friends.”

In her fake existence of bling and selfies, that was sadly true and a life lived on a flat screen is bound to be shallow.

But this ridiculous pantomime is also a reflection of our society’s rush to paint the “other woman” as the villain. In the meantime Tristan carries on, dunking his balls with impunity.

Khloe did unfollow him on Twitter, which is the social media equivalent of emptying their baby’s nappy on his head.

But inevitably she will take him back because us women are a bit moronic that way.

Women are the first to castigate “the temptress”, as though the bloke is just a zombie unable to control his appetite for human flesh.

I confess when a boyfriend cheated on me with a woman gifted with a bra of wrestling zeppelins, I painted myself as the Anne Archer to her bunny boiler in Fatal Attraction.

Rather than shake him off for the bed bug he was, I loathed the other woman, who in fairness wouldn’t have won feminist of the year.

Still, I took him back until I realised that relationship had all the future of a gassed canary.

Tristan is the Adam to Jordyn’s Eve. She represents the wily allure of us women and the justification for the rule of every holy man of every ilk for the female to cover her sinful form.

But it really is time to ease off on the biblical wrath we reserve only for women and stop following the word according to Him.

And the worst of the shame I reserve for myself – for knowing way too much about the Kardashians.