People don’t get why I love Martha Stewart. It’s not just an aspirational thing, or the endless perfect spreads of decorgporn* she showcases on a daily basis. It’s also not just because she clearly derives as much enjoyment from good food and booze as I do. No, I love Martha because there’s something dark lurking underneath the freshly scrubbed and meticulously presented exterior. I’m not referring to her manners. Sure, she’s been accused of being a salty bitch, but what empire-builder is without their detractors? Rather, there’s something about Miss Martha that I can’t quite put my finger on, but I like it. Maybe it’s her incredibly intense love for Halloween. Or maybe it’s because she snaps photos of roadkill and includes them in her gloriously revealing glimpses into her daily life.
*Decorporn, meet orgporn. Yet another useless coining, and it’s mine, ALL MINE.