My gut reaction is divided, one part sympathetic and one part disgusted.
I'm sympathetic because we have all made mistakes, and I'm glad that the times I've had poor judgment (90% of 2004, whoops) didn't make front page news. So she made a mistake. It's okay.
I'm disgusted because I just cleared the "Kim Kardashian's Fairytale Wedding" from my DVR queue this weekend. While I was watching it, I had the thought "why are these two marrying each other?" more than once. They simply didn't seem compatible or in love (hell, they didn't seem in like). Additionally, the spectacle that was their wedding was a little tough for me to watch. Though my wedding day was truly the happiest day of my life - trite though it sounds - I recognized and focused on the marriage, not just the wedding. My hunch is that Kim and Kris perhaps didn't pay proper attention to what was going to happen AFTER their wedding day, like every day for the rest of their lives.
But the thing is, a part of me thinks that's a natural feeling. Towards the end of my engagement, I felt like normal life wasn't real anymore - I was a bride, darnit, and it was going to be a perfect day. (Oh, the best wedding shoes ever were only $XYZ more? DUH I NEED THEM). The world around me kind of hit pause, and the wedding was all I could think and do and be. And if you're life is already self-indulgent by definition, your budget limitless and the spotlight relentless - well, I can see how you could get caught up in the fairytale of it all.
If Kim K called me to ask my advice, I'd tell her to get lost for a few weeks. Go to India or Egypt or somewhere that paparazzi and tabloids aren't screeching and wait for the hysteria to fizzle out. While you're at it, figure out what you really want your life to be like. You're thirty, girlfriend, and twice divorced. It may be time for some inward examination.