I've Been GOOPed

You look hungry Gwynnie.

She's my new life coach.

Ok Gwyn, I owe you an apology. I know I made fun of you, even stooping so low as to call you a bit crazy, all in the name of GOOP. Trouble is, I've become quite enamored (maybe even a little obsessed) with your lifestyle musings.

Yes! I do want to know what Aunt Louise recommends to read (War and Peace, Anna Karenina and Middlemarch), and how to properly roast a turkey (the key is lots of butter). Plus, I sorta like how you're not in touch with reality. That detox plan was bananas, yet it brought us closer because now I see what extremes you'll go to for your "health." No wonder you're cranky.

So Gwyn, are we friends again? Will you take me on your next road trip with Mario Batalli and Mark Bittman? I promise, I'll sit quietly in the back of the Mercedes just waiting for your next words of wisdom.

Speaking of which, according to your newsletter, next week you'll be polling mothers on their experienced opinions on the art of raising children.

Despite not having kids - or planning on any in the near future - I'm there.

Now that's love.