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3 weeks ago
in More Than Mary - Delicious Dish/Lazy Day Lunch - Chicken Veggie... on More Than Mary
Okay, so I have a story about Mary. I honestly can’t remember when my Julia loathing started up. I think maybe it was episode one of TMI. I was on team Mary for a while. That changed when I met her. I’m going to obscure details here.
My friend, a blogger, had emailed with Mary a few times. We are involved with a charity and as we planned for an event, my friend sent an e-mail to Mary (and other bloggers). Mary linked to our event. Great. My friend then invited Mary to a pre-event party for donors. The party was at a designer showroom.
Mary showed up, and I watched as my blogger friend greeted her, got her a drink and introduced her around. This is a pretty small group, mostly of friends. I went over and told Mary that I read her blog. She was nice enough. Here is where it gets weird. There were a wide variety of body types present. I am very thin. Some would say too thin; it is just the way I am built. When approached (in a welcoming way!) by anyone over say 130 pounds, it was like a cloud crossed Mary’s face. She literally took a step back from a couple women who were larger and less into fashion. She looked almost offended that they were talking to her. And those women were working their asses off to organize this event.
I too saw what someone above mentioned. Mary turns off and on like a robot. Animated/zombie. I should mention that NO ONE at this party had a clue who she was except me and the blogger friend who invited her. (This factors in later).
Also, good holy lord jesus did that girl have on some makeup. I’ve worked in tv. This was beyond on-camera makeup, and there were no cameras.
I cannot stress enough how repulsed Mary is by normal-sized people.
Anyway, the next day, I read her blog to see if she wrote anything about the event, and I got spooked. She wrote about the event almost as if she had had some hand in it. And she wrote something like, “thanks to all my readers for coming out and making the event a success.”
None of her readers came. None. She knows that because it was a TINY event. I happen to read her blog and am involved with the organization. My blogger friend invited Mary. Mary did not thank my friend (I checked). Please note Mary’s recent tirade on thank-yous. Instead Mary basically congratulated herself for making the event a success.
It made me really wonder about their “coverage” of lots of other events.
Someone there asked me who she was at some point. I explained and they said “ohhhhh, I thought she was like a Russian girl from somewhere way out in Brooklyn.”
Sorry Russian Girl! Just quoting! But I understood the reference. Mary had on a weird, cheap, sparkly top, and just SOOOOOO much foundation. She looked like she followed a very different aesthetic… not so much fashion or media New Yorker.
There is one thing about Mary that does resemble a star though: the vacant, weird stare. Her default expression is something I have only seen before from very famous people. It is a look of holding one’s self separate from others, of being detached from reality; of utter entitlement. And that look has always made sense to me in a moviestar’s eyes, because what a weird, disorienting life they lead. But in Mary? WTF?
I know this is long and probably riddled with errors. I know.
My friend, a blogger, had emailed with Mary a few times. We are involved with a charity and as we planned for an event, my friend sent an e-mail to Mary (and other bloggers). Mary linked to our event. Great. My friend then invited Mary to a pre-event party for donors. The party was at a designer showroom.
Mary showed up, and I watched as my blogger friend greeted her, got her a drink and introduced her around. This is a pretty small group, mostly of friends. I went over and told Mary that I read her blog. She was nice enough. Here is where it gets weird. There were a wide variety of body types present. I am very thin. Some would say too thin; it is just the way I am built. When approached (in a welcoming way!) by anyone over say 130 pounds, it was like a cloud crossed Mary’s face. She literally took a step back from a couple women who were larger and less into fashion. She looked almost offended that they were talking to her. And those women were working their asses off to organize this event.
I too saw what someone above mentioned. Mary turns off and on like a robot. Animated/zombie. I should mention that NO ONE at this party had a clue who she was except me and the blogger friend who invited her. (This factors in later).
Also, good holy lord jesus did that girl have on some makeup. I’ve worked in tv. This was beyond on-camera makeup, and there were no cameras.
I cannot stress enough how repulsed Mary is by normal-sized people.
Anyway, the next day, I read her blog to see if she wrote anything about the event, and I got spooked. She wrote about the event almost as if she had had some hand in it. And she wrote something like, “thanks to all my readers for coming out and making the event a success.”
None of her readers came. None. She knows that because it was a TINY event. I happen to read her blog and am involved with the organization. My blogger friend invited Mary. Mary did not thank my friend (I checked). Please note Mary’s recent tirade on thank-yous. Instead Mary basically congratulated herself for making the event a success.
It made me really wonder about their “coverage” of lots of other events.
Someone there asked me who she was at some point. I explained and they said “ohhhhh, I thought she was like a Russian girl from somewhere way out in Brooklyn.”
Sorry Russian Girl! Just quoting! But I understood the reference. Mary had on a weird, cheap, sparkly top, and just SOOOOOO much foundation. She looked like she followed a very different aesthetic… not so much fashion or media New Yorker.
There is one thing about Mary that does resemble a star though: the vacant, weird stare. Her default expression is something I have only seen before from very famous people. It is a look of holding one’s self separate from others, of being detached from reality; of utter entitlement. And that look has always made sense to me in a moviestar’s eyes, because what a weird, disorienting life they lead. But in Mary? WTF?
I know this is long and probably riddled with errors. I know.
2 replies
MaryRambin
I don't really know what to say here.
The "friend" asked me to blog to promote the event. I thought the concept and cause was exceptional, so I did that. She asked me to attend if I was in town. I did that as well.
I had a few readers say hello. I greeted them as well as other people who joined our conversation.
During the event I took pictures of people wearing the designer's clothes with anticipation of blogging them to exemplify how others incorporated her style. BUT, as I had already blogged about the designer several times and gotten REEMED by commenters for posting a line they believed to be too expensive, I didn't post the pictures. WHY NOT YOU ASK?! Because I know how it feels to be online and have negative comments (about anything!) underneath you. So I didn't post the pictures in hope to save their feelings. AND NOT BECAUSE I didn't like their appearance or weight, because people had already commented on the price point being too high.
Makeup...hmmm...yes, my makeup was heavy that evening. I was going to see a friend's band play afterwards. But overall, I have left the house and later looked in the mirror thinking to myself, "ugh, I look like a tranny."
My outfit totally sucked. Agreed.
As for my expression, I'm sorry I wasn't as bubbly as I should have been. The day had been long, my journey uptown was longer than expected.
As for the reader who asked me to post, I did thank her for the invitation personally and she thanked me for the post.
My apologies I didn't live up to your expectations. Thank you for publicly beating me with a stick. I hope you feel better now.
The "friend" asked me to blog to promote the event. I thought the concept and cause was exceptional, so I did that. She asked me to attend if I was in town. I did that as well.
I had a few readers say hello. I greeted them as well as other people who joined our conversation.
During the event I took pictures of people wearing the designer's clothes with anticipation of blogging them to exemplify how others incorporated her style. BUT, as I had already blogged about the designer several times and gotten REEMED by commenters for posting a line they believed to be too expensive, I didn't post the pictures. WHY NOT YOU ASK?! Because I know how it feels to be online and have negative comments (about anything!) underneath you. So I didn't post the pictures in hope to save their feelings. AND NOT BECAUSE I didn't like their appearance or weight, because people had already commented on the price point being too high.
Makeup...hmmm...yes, my makeup was heavy that evening. I was going to see a friend's band play afterwards. But overall, I have left the house and later looked in the mirror thinking to myself, "ugh, I look like a tranny."
My outfit totally sucked. Agreed.
As for my expression, I'm sorry I wasn't as bubbly as I should have been. The day had been long, my journey uptown was longer than expected.
As for the reader who asked me to post, I did thank her for the invitation personally and she thanked me for the post.
My apologies I didn't live up to your expectations. Thank you for publicly beating me with a stick. I hope you feel better now.
So I would say, in my experience, she is NOT body biased at all. In fact, she seemed very supportive and friendly.