Gwyneth Paltrow was panned by the media a few years ago when she started up her blog GOOP, a website that addresses fashion, entertainment and culinary issues. People were in an uproar over the flaunting of her privileged lifestyle and the pretentious entries. For example, a few posts strongly hinted that you were just not civilized if you didn’t have a certain thread count to your sheets or owned a certain purse. I’m determined to believe that she is just misunderstood. Gwyneth Paltrow is friends with Madonna, is married to the front-man of a successful rock band and was raised in Manhattan by hollywood royalty. Her 68-year-old mother, Blythe Danner is a respected actress and is still working. For her social position and the peers she draws from, the advice is probably pretty sound. It’s of my opinion that, if you don’t like, don’t read it. Since her lifestyle choices do not match my own, I don’t read it but I’m also not going to diminish her efforts because I’m somehow above it. There’s a certain priggishness to that too no?
What I do love is her new cookbook “My father’s daughter.” Her producer/director father Bruce Paltrow passed away a few years ago and in this book she has gathered some of her parents’ recipes, shares current dishes that she makes for her family and memories of cooking with her father. Food is the foundation of showing your love to someone and when I look through this cookbook it’s clear, through family photos and memories, that it is a way for her to pay tribute to a man who had such a positive influence in her life. I don’t believe that a pretentious snob could create such a piece of work and maybe all Gwyneth Paltrow can be faulted for is wanting to share a part of herself with the world.