Perhaps there’s some truth to this:
http://www.nydailynews.com/news/gossip/story/471999p-397161c.html
:eek:
VCNJ~
Pronounced “RaichaRaaaay” and completely enunciated in less than half a second.
I’m sure she has nice qualities, but to me she looks like a girl that somebody slapped on the back in the middle of a ‘Big-Mouthed Frog’ joke and her face froze that way.
Maybe if someone taught her to speak French instead…
…the Sûreté would have her killed.
Maybe that’s why he married her, because she’ll do all those kinky things for free. And then cook him breakfast. In my book that’s a keeper.
I’d do her.
Alas, how this sums up so many a once-promising relationship. . .
I’ll have Rachel Ray, Rachel Ray, Rachel Ray, Rachel Ray, baked beans, Rachel Ray, sausage and spam.
Oh yeah, she looks just like the kind of girl who wouldn’t “do those kinds of things in bed.” Mmmhmm. Only, not.
Well yeah, there’s that.
Let me rephrase: She looks just like the kind of girl who wouldn’t “do those kinds of things” in bed with me.
No, that’s Tomorrow, on Raicha-Ray… 
Now that I can understand. Except the platonic part. She reminds me of Jane on Coupling only smarter and hotter.
It’s only platonic because so far Nigella won’t return my calls.
I don’t know what it is about her. Maybe the voice that makes Quint’s nails on the chalkboard sound like a sweet symphony. Maybe it’s her inane attempts to turn ordinary words into cutesy monstrosities. Maybe it’s her constant mispronounciation of St. Louis as “St. Louie” as if it were the most clever thing of the last few millennia. Maybe it’s her pornstar reactions to local cuisine. Maybe it’s her Jokeresque smile.
Most of all, I think it’s her smug security in her own cuteness. Like we just can’t resist her saccharine charms. You know what, you soulless harpy? We can. At least I can. And I want you to go away. Far away. I hate you, Rachael Ray. I hate you like I have never hated any pop culture figure before. I defaced your image on my box of Sociables, so great is my loathing.
Now take your cookbooks, dip them in EVOO, and shove them straight up your ass.
Eh, to me, even in those pictures she looks like the kind of girl who doesn’t do those things. She’ll throw on the outfit and *pretend * she’s going to do those things, but she’s not. And she can’t even *believe * you actually thought she would, you pig!
I refuse to know what “perky” means, until I hear it applied to a man. I just want her to leave me alone. I didn’t have a problem with Martha Steward, because she didn’t follow me everywhere. And even my mother has better recipes than Rachel Ray (sorry Mom, no offense intended.) It’s just that some person can come out of the blue and suddenly be a cooking Goddess. I’d bet you dollars for donuts that I could cook better than she. Besides, she’s always looking over my back at the Ralph’s. It’s creepy. I fell asleep on the Metro once dreaming that she was across the isle trying to get recipes into my head via ESP. Thank you, Ms. Ray, but I already know how to cook.
In fact, I think this deserves a new thread: what could you easily do that some fool is getting tons of money to do? I’m thinking about the security guard at a suburban library who does nothing other than walking around and tell kids not to drink CocaCola or use cellphones–he’s city-paid, and therefore unionized, but any idiot can do that job. He’s probably got a nice house in a nice suburb neighborhood, and a nice pension plan in the waiting. And what does he do all day? He walks around and makes sure that people aren’t doing what they already aren’t doing.
Oh, well, next time I’ll have her call you. After she, you know, washes up.
Hey, a guy can dream.
I used to like Rachel Ray, back in her first season when she was more natural on camera (despite the umpteen million times she had to explain what “EVOO” was). As she became more ubiquitous on Foodtv, though, she changed. If you watch one of her older 30-Min Meals shows back-to-back with a recent one, the diffence is startling.
Now she behaves like a howler monkey on crack. Her wide-eyed death-grin rictus is unnerving to watch, and her mile-a-minute barrage of catchphrases is incomprehensible and no doubt fueled by strong drugs. Yumm-O! Stoup and sammies! EVOO! Pizzagna! insane cackle
Anybody who can stand that for more than a minute and not want to smack her is unnatural.
Too bad, really; she’s kinda cute. Until she opens that mouth. I suspect that much of what went wrong could be fixed by a long stay in detox, and allowing her to have no more than one show per day, and that has to be a cooking show.
Also: Nigella, rrrowr! (Giada, too)
I’d like to think that she does this OTTT (over the top twee) because her producers told her it sells, rather than of her own volition. I’d probably be wrong.
I did record her $40 a Day when she was on Martha’s Vineyard. It made me pine for my favorite place in the world. She even had dinner at one of my favorite spots, The Seafood Shanty. But she only had $15 left to spend. I was really curious as to how she was going to pull that off with anything other than Bob’s Pizza. She ended up getting an appetizer for $13.95. She drank water. And she left the waitress a $1.05 tip. I really hope that the crew comped the waitress a bit more after the cameras stopped.
This was the restaurant, BTW, where I was offered a 10 pound lobster for $150. I turned it down.
It could be an overpowering nicotine buzz, produced by maintaining the two-pack-a-day habit through frantic suckdowns of tobacco sticks in ever-shrinking windows of unseen availability, instead of spreading them out on a more leisurely basis when nobody was paying attention.
Not that I’m much invested in defending RR but here’s the thing – she’s not a cooking goddess. From interviews, she’d probably be the first to tell you she’s not. She doesn’t refer to herself as a “chef” because she’s not a chef; she says she’s a cook. And she admits she’s not even a great cook in all areas; she often talks about how she can’t bake at all. She’s found a niche and a schtick and, sure, she’s milking it for all it’s worth, but she’s pretty down to earth and frank about that. She doesn’t pretend to be something she’s not, which is one of the reasons people like her. I would find her miles more obnoxious if she was a diva, but apparently she isn’t. And the things people say they hate about her – some I can get behind, yeah, “sammies” and “EVOO” are too cutesy – but some . . . her voice? Her smile? Expressing hatred of her personal appearance seems really irrational to me.
But then, I can’t stand Giada De L. because I think she looks like a bobble-head doll, so there’s some irrationality for you right there.
I guess her cracker recipe failed to entertain you?
(I’ll chime in as one of those who finds Rachael Ray attractive- though I’d find her even more attractive if she wore Chuck Taylors like that cutie Sara Moulton.)