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, and 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 Albright 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 roller blade 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 for 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 his
point, because once the hot air came hissing out, it couldn't be
heldback. "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.
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