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Now there are book deals and cooking shows to be had and Tombstone has turned to Stepford, with the most successful blogs sharing either the same tedious Spike Jonze meets Zooey Deschanel aesthetic or attempting the sort of domestic goddess with a hint of carefully-calculated marketable vulnerability that makes me want to claw the drapes.
If everyone's quirky then no one is quirky, they're just dull...and Nice.
The cult of being Nice --not too challenging or opinionated or smart or sharp or too good at anything because after all, you're just a gal with a glue gun and a dream-- has made us toothless. It's like meth, but with your pinkies out and it's a damn shame.
I long for the days when Fanny Cradock, not the Pioneer Woman (simply the first blog to book to TV juggernaut I could recall) would storm a laughably meager sound stage kitchen in green chiffon and Bankhead kabuki makeup. She wasn't there to make friends; she was going to teach you how to make a decent dacquoise for once in your wretched life and she couldn't give two shellacked spit curls whether you found her relatable or not.
Of course Fanny's downfall was the same acerbic tongue that made her famous in the first place, but twas ever thus and no villain goes unpunished as long as she's female.
Speaking of La Cradock, I'll actually have my first cooking tutorial on the blog later this week: a quick and easy recipe for authentic Mexican flour tortillas and although I didn't wear a ball gown, a girl wouldn't be complete without a bit of sparkle. Fanny would've wanted it that way.