<p>NYMomof2: Met Martha in a bakery I was trying to support because the baker/owner was a struggling, young business owner. I bought these little boutique boxes of brownie bites (how do you like all those b’s?) for favors for a party D was giving. I mentioned to owner I liked her idea and that although I could duplicate it, I didn’t want to steal her idea so I was ordering in support of her business.</p>
<p>La Stewart, who’d had this young woman on her show baking brownies, asserted that mine probably wouldn’t taste very good anyway, certainly no where near as good as this baker’s.</p>
<p>I replied, “How would you know? You never tasted them.” I also explained that she’d almost lost her friend a sale. I was annoyed, especially because I looked bedragled and she looked like she had just stepped off her show. I didn’t want to overreact because she was about to go to jail, unfairly un my opinion. I think they like to scapegoat prominent women.</p>
<p>My annoyance led me to take D to store next door to buy her a gorgeous evening gown for upcoming proms. Sadly, too late to return she decided she didn’t really like it. Tried to sell it on ebay; no luck. If I ever hahaha wear a 4 again I could wear it myself. Eventually I’ll donate it to organization that provides prom gowns to girls who can’t afford them. It is very sophisticated though, not to most young girls’ tastes. D likes it, but just decided not flattering enough. I thought it was perfect.</p>
<p>Oh well. Martha costs me money. She definitely did. </p>
<p>I’ve met many famous people. I’m the little non-entity, a sort of Forest Gump, who manages to get into the picture.</p>
YO! My ears must have been burning, someone mentioned my name and here I am. Just back from a week in FL with Dad and a diminishing few dozen of his colleagues at his Army Air Corps WW II bomb group reunion: always an incredible time (made more challenging by Dad’s current health problems). </p>
<p>Avatars? I can do those (but slugg’s are prettier). Core dumps? Ouch, my eyeballs, I can’t read those things anymore (good thing with modern technology we don’t have to, generally speaking). Permalinks?</p>
<p>This permalink thing is a way of saving a URL-like pointer to a specific post in a specific thread, if you want to point to it in another thread (or in an email or whatever). I also noticed that the URLs at the top of the page are different now: you see a version of the thread name and the page number as part of the URL. Internal fiddling at CC, hmmm?</p>
<p>And not to out my family too badly, and also not to make you think this is something I’m proud of, but… I hereby sign up as the first correspondent for “Slovenly Living”. Send me my first assignment, astro-p-mom. (Sigh.)</p>
<p>mootmom: It’s great to know that so many survived in your Dad’s group. I thought those bomber groups had an amazingly high casualty rate. My dad trained for one in Santa Barbara but eyesight went from 20/20 to 20/30 and he was ushered out and recruited for OSS. I always thought it was fortuitous, but so glad my conclusions were too extreme.</p>
<p>I saw a spoof of Martha’s magazine somewhere called “This Is Living?” </p>
<p>I like my house comfy, thank you. My family (not counting my D who is married and gone) would just as soon have a warm barn with wireless access, but that’s going a bit far, IMO. :)</p>
<p>Great Martha story, mythmom! I also considered her jail sentence unfair. I think the harsh treatment might have something to do with the fact that she had given over $100k to Democratic candidates and organizations over the past several years. I’m so sorry she made a negative comment about your brownies, which I am sure are heavenly! </p>
<p>She used to be a stock broker. She knows the rules of taking and using insider information. She wasn’t all that credible. Perhaps the penalty for perjury is less than the penalty for insider trading. Given the choices, anyone will take the lesser.</p>
<p>Well I am a very talented baker, descended from a line of them and passed along to D. But not doing baking lately. I have a twisted fantasy of someday wearing the dress D spurned; it is grown up enough for me, but gasp! it’s a 4. That’s why I call it a twisted fantasy.</p>
<p>It’s now too big on D because she walks so much in NYC she not only did not gain freshman 15, she is now a 0 or 2. Some girls have all the luck. I SEE her eat; eating disorder is not the thing. She walks hundreds of blocks a week. Good advertisement for Barnard, haha.</p>
<p>Mythmom—I always thought that Martha seemed to have a layer of her condescending “presence” when she talks to people. I’m sure she was intending to compliment the baker you were visiting, but it’s too bad that she was so tacky. You can bake some brownies for ME…I never, ever wore a size 4, so that’s not even on my radar for twisted fantasies. (size 6, 8? maybe)</p>
<p>I was at a thrift store today looking for pants to wear for some painting on mom’s house and they only had womens ($1). Now I am not opposed to wearing bjeans for females but the size nomenclature confuses me. I understand that the larger numbers represent wider waists and hips and consequently women would like to be size 4 or 2. But I am a guy, and when I see small numbers, I think wire=>thicker gauges; Bigger numbers=>thinner guage. </p>