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To: Sarkie who wrote (1779)12/18/1999 7:21:00 AM
From: sandintoes  Read Replies (1) | Respond to of 4201
 
Hi Sarkie, Women every where ask for very little out of life, diamonds, trips to exotic places, or a ride on PA's yacht isn't too much to expect for cleaning the toilet bowls, is it?

It is no wonder then, that women have joined together to request the following for Martha from Santa....

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
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 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.