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Dear Santa Diane J DJ Lost dianejmsn@hotmail.com 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
how 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 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
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.



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