Complain all you want. It¡¯s like railing against the pounding surf. She only grows stronger and more powerful. Her ear-shattering tones louder and louder. We KNOW she can¡¯t cook. She shrewdly tells us so. So¡what is she selling us? Really? She¡¯s selling us satisfaction, the smug reassurance that mediocrity is quite enough. She¡¯s a friendly, familiar face who appears regularly on our screens to tell us that ¡°Even your dumb, lazy ass can cook this!¡± Wallowing in your own crapulence on your Cheeto-littered couch you watch her and think, ¡°Hell¡I could do that. I ain¡¯t gonna¡but I could¨Cif I wanted! Now where¡¯s my damn jug a Diet Pepsi?¡± Where the saintly Julia Child sought to raise expectations, to enlighten us, make us better¨Cteach us¨Cand in fact, did, Rachael uses her strange and terrible powers to narcotize her public with her hypnotic mantra of Yummo and Evoo and Sammys. ¡°You¡¯re doing just fine. You don¡¯t even have to chop an onion¨Cyou can buy it already chopped. Aspire to nothing¡Just sit there. Have another Triscuit¡Sleep¡.sleep¡.¡±posted by shiu mai baby at 9:54 AM on January 27, 2010 [12 favorites]
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