That’s what Bryan calls Martha Stewart.
After my last post about Martha Inc, the TV movie I watched last night, I went to check out MarthaStewart.com
I’m gonna break out in hives.
You know, i watched her show once, I think. “Living”. But you have to say “Living” in that certain pear-shaped, sighing tone.
I remember that she was telling her viewer that she liked to make home-made marshmallows for smores on the picnic that was the theme of the show.
What kind of masochistic woman flagellates herself about not making homemade marshmallows for picnics with her family?
Is this an East Coast thing? Are they so snooty over there that they have to invent ways to feel simultaneously class-superior and personally deficient?
The woman was not raised in California.
And let’s not even talk about what kind of homemaking show would originate from Alaska. I can just imagine Martha coming up with cute ways of using natural fibers for toilet paper in the outhouse when the family is snowed in and low on supplies in the winter.
She wouldn’t last a winter in Alaska. The woman would have been mysteriously dead come spring.
I think that some of her ideas are kind of neat. I would make home made marshmallows once, to try it. It would be interesting.
But I cannot hold myself to that kind of standard. Good god! I enjoy my life too much to impeccably clean up after myself.