How can anyone dislike Nigella? Have people no sense of humor? No joie de vivre?! One simply must love Nigella.
Paglia:
"a merry dumpling barely contained by her midnight-blue velvet evening gown"
"But anyone who thinks Lawson's talents were mainly a function of her brunette mane and ample bust hasn't experienced her as a pure, disembodied radio voice.
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English poetry is thriving in the subtle, mellifluous, adjective-laden culinary odes of Nigella Lawson (who has an Oxford degree in medieval and modern languages). After listening to her on my car radio on the way to work, I often arrive for my morning classes in an ecstatic haze."
Nigella appears barely capable of taking a bad photo. If you can - while arranging velvet on velour -be assaulted by paparazzi and somehow come out of it looking like one of God's most blessed sexual creations: cameras clearly LOVE you.
Nigella:
This is terrible to say, but: if I were to go out to dinner with a man who ... didn't look like he enjoyed his food, I would know: this is never gonna happen for me.
Idea ruthlesslessly stolen from R.S. McCain, who got it from Protein Wisdom comments.
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