You know what this joint needs? More cowgirls. Amirite? It seems like there are just a lot of photos of ugly men and sausages on this blog lately, and I don’t like it any more than you do.
I’ve got a question for you, friends: did any of you read the profile of fellow cowgirl-blogger
Rhee Ree Drummond, a.k.a the Pioneer Woman, in The New Yorker this week? (Sorry, folks: it’s for subscribers only.) And if you did, did any of you find author Amanda Fortini’s surprise and dismay that the Pioneer Woman is (in her personal judgment) all hat and very little cattle a little naive, or even a bit simple-minded? Now, click on this link to the Pioneer Woman–and you tell me if you’re surprised that the woman is on a book tour.
Fortini implies that it’s very suspicious that Drummond, now living on an actual ranch with actual cattle and even an actual cowboy husband and a ranch hand in Oklahoma and homeschooling four actual children, has a degree in broadcast journalism from the University of Southern California. I guess their ranch isn’t ranch-y enough for her:
The two main rooms of the Drummonds’ seventies-era two-story wooden house form a kind of central artery where nearly all activity, except sleeping and ranching, takes place. The blond-wood kitchen has a large breakfast bar that wraps around a Viking Range, as well as two stainless-steel Bosch dishwashers. The room opens into a den with soaring ceilings, where a colossal flat-screen television faces a prodigious brown tweed sectional couch. Pretty much everything in the Drummond house is supersized. Continue Reading »