Stark naked for the world to see – how utterly pathetic… Yes, Kanye’s mad. Yes, she loves the attention – but there’s a forgotten person I feel desperately sorry for: AMANDA GOFF

Unless you’ve been living under a rock for two years, you would’ve heard some of the pearl-clutching over Bianca Censori being a ‘hostage’ of her husband Kanye West.

‘Blink twice if you need help, Bianca.’ ‘Would somebody please help her?’

I’m not here to hold an intervention. Do I know what’s happening in the marriage? No. But there’s an argument to be made that she’s a willing partner in their joint enterprise to be as provocative and attention-seeking as possible.

Case in point, yesterday’s Grammy Awards. 

I thought I’d seen it all – until that moment when Bianca, an architecture graduate from a well-off Melbourne family, dropped her black fur coat to reveal… well, everything.

The press pack couldn’t believe their luck. Within minutes, hundreds of photos of this young woman with her naked body on display in a completely see-through dress were splashed across the tabloids.

The press censored (should that be Censori-d?) the racy bits, but that didn’t stop social media users from reposting the raw images around the world. 

Not surprisingly, the uninvited guests promptly got shown the door, but Kayne and Bianca achieved what they set out to do: dominate global headlines and overshadow the nominees with their pathetic fashion stunt.

If lip reader Nicola Hickling is right in her claims, before flashing the world, Kayne had brusquely instructed Bianca to ‘start making a scene now’. And that she did.

But the show’s over now, folks. Mission accomplished.

By now, Ye and B are probably in their pyjamas, tucking into In N Out burgers, laughing to themselves as they cross off ‘go to the Grammys naked’ from their twisted bucket list.

Slow clap.

Except I don’t think it’s very funny, or particularly clever. Showing your coochie at the Grammys in front of a frenzy of paparazzi is hardly what I would call brave. It’s not a feminist protest, or political statement, or a work of art.

I call their stunt trashy, unsophisticated and desperate, not to mention humiliating for Bianca and just plain weird.

But there’s someone we are forgetting here. The woman who is no doubt trying – yet again – to shield her children from the photos, the memes, the frenzy, the headlines, the controversy.

And that is Kayne’s ex-wife Kim Kardashian, mother to his four kids, daughters North and Chicago, and sons Saint and Psalm. North and Saint, at 10 and eight years old, are old enough to know what is happening, and at six and four, Chicago and Psalm aren’t far behind. The children have met Bianca.

Never in a million years did I ever think I’d say this, but looking at the photos of Bianca standing there naked on the world’s stage, it wasn’t Bianca I felt sorry for; it was Kim.

Now, I don’t often sympathise with multimillionaires, so let me explain.

Kim is no stranger to controversy. She became famous because of a leaked sex tape with singer Ray J back in 2007. She wears revealing clothes, oils up in a bikini and, at this point, I know each curve and dip of her backside better than I know my own.

But Kim has matured. She’s worked hard on her image that balances motherhood and running her SKIMS empire, and it somehow works perfectly.

As the primary carer of the children since divorcing Kayne, Kim has expressed concerns about her ex-husband’s unpredictability. Still, she’s been quoted as saying that, as far as her kids are concerned, the narrative is always, ‘Your dad’s the best.’

Oh, Kim. You must be forcing those words out through gritted teeth now, as she spends the next few weeks snatching phones away from her kids, trying to shield them from images of their ‘stepmother’.

And that’s not to mention the fact Bianca has fashioned herself into a Kim ‘klone’ since shacking up with Ye.

I struggle to imagine the sheer mortifying horror of seeing your own image projected onto the blank, voiceless mannequin of another woman – then paraded nude in front of the whole world.

Seriously, how can she look in the eyes of her daughters and say ‘your dad’s the best’ when he’s parading his naked wife around like this? And what kind of message does this send to their sons, Saint and Psalm, about how women should be treated?

How many excuses can she come up with? ‘Dad’s expressing himself, dad’s artistic, dad’s cool, you know what your father is like…’ How long can she keep defending his madness? Perhaps she doesn’t bother anymore.

It’s common knowledge Kayne has bipolar, a serious mental disorder that can cause periods of extreme mania followed by crashing bouts of depression.

It’s one hell of an illness and one I know only too well because I was also diagnosed with it a couple of years ago.

Bipolar can make you do crazy things; it takes you on a wild ride, especially in fits of mania. There are things I’ve done, fuelled by mania, that I now look back on in disbelief. While I don’t blame my bipolar for every mistake, my diagnosis has helped me understand my behaviour a lot more and I need to take my meds. Every. Single. Day.

Do we blame Kayne’s unpredictable behaviour on his bipolar disorder? Do we dismiss Bianca as just another Hollywood attention-seeker?

Bianca is a 30-year-old woman. She’s no ingénue. I believe she knows exactly what she’s doing, I don’t doubt that for a moment.

Perhaps she’s too infatuated with her husband to spare a thought for his former wife. 

Every time Bianca and Kanye pull off one of their stunts, my thoughts immediately go to Kim and the kids. I know she’s in an unwinnable position: if she criticises him, she’s speaking against the father of her children; if she says nothing, she’s an enabler.

Co-parenting is hard enough but it is even harder when one parent is erratic and unpredictable.

Speaking on a personal level as someone with bipolar, I had to grow up, sort my life out and take responsibility for my very public actions. I think it’s time Kayne, and Bianca, did the same.

It’s time to call final curtains on the circus – for the sake of the children.