I'm going to say it again.
Poor, poor Giada.
I've always had a sort of soft spot for Giada De Laurentiis in that sort of "Look! A pretty woman who is a decent cook! And she (allegedly) eats! And her nails are so pretty!" way. I have a few cookbooks, I'll watch her show, especially when it involves recipes with Nutella, my post about her nail polish is far and away the most popular thing I have ever written.
But lately, I think she is making some bad bad choices.
Most upsetting to me personally, was her trip to DC on her travel show where it seemed like everyone in her crew had dropped acid and then wrote the script. A detailed list of her offenses was catalogued in the Washington Post's Reliable Source.
Most offensive: Georgetown is NOT outside of DC, you loser!
Most hysterical: The thought of Giada actually in Adams Morgan on a weekend night.
As one of my friends stated so succinctly, "You'd think she'd have room for some facts in that giant head of hers."
More recently, I noticed a thread on Chowhound dissecting her most recent exploit. Namely, the "Women We Love" section of Esquire magazine.
Look at the melon on her!
If we were on America's Next Top Model, this girl would be packing her bags and leaving the house tonight.
Ok, I get it. She's supposed to look edgy and sexy, yet in homage to her Italian food persona in sort of a Sophia Loren way. My problem is mostly that she looks insanely awkward, insanely retouched, and, well, insane.
Honestly, I think I'm just still scarred from the whole Rachael-Ray-in-FHM spread that still haunts my dreams.
But I do love the shoes...
Oh, and her chicken saltimboca.
photos courtesy of esquire.com