I don't understand all the controversy today over Gwyneth Paltrow giving pal, Mario Batali, a free membership to her gym. Hello....he's only five hundred cholesterol packed pounds. I loved their book "Spain...A Culinary Road Trip", but if you read it then you cannot help but notice that the rotund chef sports the same tired shorts pretty much through out the book.
I bet they smelled like ass by the time they were done with their little eating trip. Gwyneth was probably really happy that most of the trip was in a convertible so that she could stay up wind of him.
However it does seem sort of cruel to write a book about your eating tour and then turn to your new friend (that by the way you encouraged to eat their weight in tapas nightly) and give them a gym membership. How do you bring that up?
"Oh, here fat ass, I brought you something, a membership card to skinny land."
Why didn't she just have him throw up after every meal? They could have eaten twice as much then. Or slip a tape worm into his food. Then praise him as he inexplicably lost weight.
I hope the next time I see him he has a new recipe involving scrawny, vegetarian actresses. No one wants a skinny chef, Gwyneth. Stop meddling and go adopt some children in a foreign country.
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