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<blockquote data-quote="moreluck" data-source="post: 60572"><p>FOR MARTHA STEWART HATERS EVERYWHERE.... </p><p> </p><p> Dear Santa, </p><p> </p><p> I rarely ask for much. This year is no exception. I </p><p>don't need </p><p> diamond earrings, handy slicer-dicers or comfy slippers. </p><p>I only </p><p> want one little thing, and I want it deeply. </p><p> </p><p> I want to slap Martha Stewart. Now, hear me out, Santa. </p><p>I won't </p><p> scar her or draw blood or anything. Just one good smack, </p><p>right </p><p> across her smug little cheek. I get all cozy inside just </p><p>thinking </p><p> about it. Don't grant this wish just for me, do it for </p><p>thousands </p><p> of women across the country. Through sheer vicarious </p><p> satisfaction, you'll be giving a gift to us all. </p><p> </p><p> Those of us leading average, garden variety lives aren't </p><p> concerned with gracious living. We feel pretty good </p><p>about </p><p> ourselves if our paper plates match when we stack them </p><p>on the </p><p> counter, buffet-style for dinner. We're tired of Martha </p><p>showing </p><p> us how to make centerpieces from hollyhock dipped in </p><p>18-carat </p><p> gold. We're plumb out of liquid gold. Unless it's of the </p><p> furniture polish variety. We can't whip up Martha's </p><p>creamy </p><p> holiday sauce, spiced with turmeric. Most of us can't </p><p>even say </p><p> turmeric, let alone figure out what to do with it </p><p> </p><p> OK, Santa, maybe you think I'm being a little harsh. But </p><p>I'll bet </p><p> with all the holiday rush you didn't catch that </p><p>interview with </p><p> Martha in last week's USA Weekend. I'm surprised there </p><p>was enough </p><p> room on the page for her ego. </p><p> </p><p> We discovered that not only does Martha avoid take-out </p><p>pizza </p><p> (she's only ordered it once), she refuses to eat it cold </p><p>(No cold </p><p> pizza? Is Martha Stewart Living?). When it was pointed </p><p>out that </p><p> she could microwave it, she replied, "I don't have a </p><p>microwave." </p><p> The reporter, Jeffrey Zaslow, noted that she said this </p><p>"in a tone </p><p> that suggests you shouldn't either." Well lah-dee-dah. </p><p> </p><p> Imagine that, Santa. That lovely microwave you brought </p><p>me years </p><p> ago, in which I've learned to make complicated dishes </p><p>like </p><p> popcorn and hot chocolate, has been declared undesirable </p><p>by Queen </p><p> Martha. What next? The coffee maker? </p><p> </p><p> In the article, we learned that Martha has 40 sets of </p><p>dishes </p><p> adorning an entire wall in her home. Forty sets. Can you </p><p>spell </p><p> "overkill"? And neatly put away, no less. If my dishes </p><p>make it to </p><p> the dishwasher, that qualifies as "put away" in my </p><p>house. </p><p> </p><p> Martha tells us she's already making homemade holiday </p><p>gifts for </p><p> friends. "Last year, I made amazing silk-lined scarves </p><p>for </p><p> everyone," she boasts. Not just scarves, mind you. </p><p>Amazing </p><p> scarves. Martha's obviously not shy about giving herself </p><p>a little </p><p> pat on the back. In fact, she does so with such </p><p>frequency that </p><p> one has to wonder if her back is black and blue. </p><p> </p><p> She goes on to tell us that "homemaking is glamour for </p><p>the 90s" </p><p> and says her most glamorous friends are "interested in </p><p>stain </p><p> removal, how to iron a monogram how to fold a towel." I </p><p>have one </p><p> piece of advice, Martha: get new friends. Glamorous </p><p>friends fly </p><p> to Paris on a whim. They drift past the Greek Islands on </p><p>yachts, </p><p> sipping champagne from crystal goblets. They step out </p><p>for the </p><p> evening in shimmering satin gowns, whisked away by </p><p>tuxedoed </p><p> chauffeurs. They do not spend their days pondering the </p><p>finer art </p><p> of toilet bowl sanitation. </p><p> </p><p> Zaslow notes that Martha was named one of America's 25 </p><p>most </p><p> influential people by Time magazine (nosing out Mother </p><p>Theresa, </p><p> Madeline Allbright and Maya Angelou, no doubt). </p><p> </p><p> The proof of Martha's influence: after she bought </p><p>white-fleshed </p><p> peaches in the supermarket, Martha says, "People saw me </p><p>buy them. </p><p> In an instant, they were all gone." I hope Martha never </p><p>decides </p><p> to jump off a bridge. </p><p> </p><p> A guest in Martha's home told Zaslow how Martha gets up </p><p>early to </p><p> rollerblade with her dogs to pick fresh wild </p><p>blackberries for </p><p> breakfast. This confirms what I've suspected about </p><p>Martha all </p><p> along: She's obviously got too much time on her hands. </p><p>Teaching </p><p> the dogs to rollerblade. What a show off. </p><p> </p><p> If you think the dogs are spoiled, listen to how Martha </p><p>treats </p><p> her friends: She gave one friend all 272 books from the </p><p>Knopf </p><p> Everyman Library. It didn't cost much. Pocket change, </p><p>really. </p><p> Just $5,000. But what price a friendship, right? </p><p> </p><p> When asked if others should envy her, Martha replies, </p><p>"Don't envy </p><p> me. I'm doing this because I'm a natural teacher. You </p><p>shouldn't </p><p> envy teachers. You should listen to them." </p><p> </p><p> Zaslow must have slit a seam in Martha's ego at this </p><p>point, </p><p> because once the hot air came hissing out, it couldn't </p><p>be held </p><p> back. "Being an overachiever is nothing despicable. It </p><p>is only </p><p> admirable. Never lower your standards," says Martha. </p><p> </p><p> And of her Web Page on the Internet, Martha declares </p><p>herself an </p><p> "important presence" as she graciously helps people </p><p>organize </p><p> their sad, tacky little lives. </p><p> </p><p> There you have it, Santa. If there was ever someone who </p><p>deserved </p><p> a good smack, it's Martha Stewart. But I bet I won't get </p><p>my gift </p><p> this year. </p><p> </p><p> You probably want to smack her yourself.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="moreluck, post: 60572"] FOR MARTHA STEWART HATERS EVERYWHERE.... Dear Santa, I rarely ask for much. This year is no exception. I don't need diamond earrings, handy slicer-dicers or comfy slippers. I only want one little thing, and I want it deeply. I want to slap Martha Stewart. Now, hear me out, Santa. I won't scar her or draw blood or anything. Just one good smack, right across her smug little cheek. I get all cozy inside just thinking about it. Don't grant this wish just for me, do it for thousands of women across the country. Through sheer vicarious satisfaction, you'll be giving a gift to us all. Those of us leading average, garden variety lives aren't concerned with gracious living. We feel pretty good about ourselves if our paper plates match when we stack them on the counter, buffet-style for dinner. We're tired of Martha showing us how to make centerpieces from hollyhock dipped in 18-carat gold. We're plumb out of liquid gold. Unless it's of the furniture polish variety. We can't whip up Martha's creamy holiday sauce, spiced with turmeric. Most of us can't even say turmeric, let alone figure out what to do with it OK, Santa, maybe you think I'm being a little harsh. But I'll bet with all the holiday rush you didn't catch that interview with Martha in last week's USA Weekend. I'm surprised there was enough room on the page for her ego. We discovered that not only does Martha avoid take-out pizza (she's only ordered it once), she refuses to eat it cold (No cold pizza? Is Martha Stewart Living?). When it was pointed out that she could microwave it, she replied, "I don't have a microwave." The reporter, Jeffrey Zaslow, noted that she said this "in a tone that suggests you shouldn't either." Well lah-dee-dah. Imagine that, Santa. That lovely microwave you brought me years ago, in which I've learned to make complicated dishes like popcorn and hot chocolate, has been declared undesirable by Queen Martha. What next? The coffee maker? In the article, we learned that Martha has 40 sets of dishes adorning an entire wall in her home. Forty sets. Can you spell "overkill"? And neatly put away, no less. If my dishes make it to the dishwasher, that qualifies as "put away" in my house. Martha tells us she's already making homemade holiday gifts for friends. "Last year, I made amazing silk-lined scarves for everyone," she boasts. Not just scarves, mind you. Amazing scarves. Martha's obviously not shy about giving herself a little pat on the back. In fact, she does so with such frequency that one has to wonder if her back is black and blue. She goes on to tell us that "homemaking is glamour for the 90s" and says her most glamorous friends are "interested in stain removal, how to iron a monogram how to fold a towel." I have one piece of advice, Martha: get new friends. Glamorous friends fly to Paris on a whim. They drift past the Greek Islands on yachts, sipping champagne from crystal goblets. They step out for the evening in shimmering satin gowns, whisked away by tuxedoed chauffeurs. They do not spend their days pondering the finer art of toilet bowl sanitation. Zaslow notes that Martha was named one of America's 25 most influential people by Time magazine (nosing out Mother Theresa, Madeline Allbright and Maya Angelou, no doubt). The proof of Martha's influence: after she bought white-fleshed peaches in the supermarket, Martha says, "People saw me buy them. In an instant, they were all gone." I hope Martha never decides to jump off a bridge. A guest in Martha's home told Zaslow how Martha gets up early to rollerblade with her dogs to pick fresh wild blackberries for breakfast. This confirms what I've suspected about Martha all along: She's obviously got too much time on her hands. Teaching the dogs to rollerblade. What a show off. If you think the dogs are spoiled, listen to how Martha treats her friends: She gave one friend all 272 books from the Knopf Everyman Library. It didn't cost much. Pocket change, really. Just $5,000. But what price a friendship, right? When asked if others should envy her, Martha replies, "Don't envy me. I'm doing this because I'm a natural teacher. You shouldn't envy teachers. You should listen to them." Zaslow must have slit a seam in Martha's ego at this point, because once the hot air came hissing out, it couldn't be held back. "Being an overachiever is nothing despicable. It is only admirable. Never lower your standards," says Martha. And of her Web Page on the Internet, Martha declares herself an "important presence" as she graciously helps people organize their sad, tacky little lives. There you have it, Santa. If there was ever someone who deserved a good smack, it's Martha Stewart. But I bet I won't get my gift this year. You probably want to smack her yourself. [/QUOTE]
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