Let me start off by responding to those of you who thought I might be taking the New York Post profile about Stephanie Smith’s 300Sandwiches blog too seriously. I have no problem with sandwiches — in fact, Smith’s blondie ice cream thing is making me drool as we speak. I have no problem with her, actually. Smith seems like a very nice person. And her boyfriend Eric, though not even in the ball park of an Alexander Skarsgård look-alike, is probably a nice enough human being too. Although I did find his advice to woman about “how to keep a man happy” irritating.
What I think gave me the squickees about the story was twofold: 1) I hate the perpetuation of the idea that women in their 30s should be desperate or hustling for engagement/marriage/babies. Knowing that it took Smith 176 sandwiches to realize this was a misguided approach to her love life bothers me. We need to read about that for 176 sandwiches … why? And for the record, I still do think it’s weird that Eric made a “joke” about her being 300 sandwiches away from an engagement ring. Any joke that references “earning marriage” just doesn’t make me LOL. But maybe that’s just me. 2) This whole project reeks of a gimmick to get a book deal. Blog to book adaptations al a “40 Days Of Dating” are hot with publishers and producers and I’d be willing to place a healthy wager on the fact that this is Smith’s goal, even though she claims it is not in the follow up piece she published in the NY Post today. Hey, it pays to be a staff writer. I should know. This is my follow up piece. Keep reading »