She has received backlash, meanwhile, for a recent social media post that many have referred to as “tone-deaf” that she made while in Greenland.
When the 82-year-old posed for the Sports Illustrated Swimsuit issue in May of this year, she garnered a lot of good attention; but, the same kind of excitement wasn’t sparked by her most recent Instagram post.
On Tuesday, August 29, Stewart shared a photo of herself during a voyage that included a view of Greenland’s east coast. The TV personality and businesswoman is shown in one of several photos, one of which has the caption:
As we approach a magnificent fjord on the east coast of Greenland, Swan Hellenic Cruises’ inaugural Zodiac cruise draws to a close. Indeed, for our cocktails this evening, we were able to grab a tiny bit of iceberg.
Fans were instantly incensed at Stewart for using the “small iceberg” as a symbol for her drink, even though it was most likely not her intention for the post to offend.
Stewart’s mention of a little iceberg in relation to the “ice caps melting” in her comments section quickly drew criticism from many.
The ice caps are melting, Martha, according to one Instagram user. Keep them out of your drink.
“In general, I adore Martha and her excesses because she’s all about gorgeous houses, gardens, and food, but drinking iceberg cocktails while the world burns seems a little tone deaf,” another person commented.
So while the planet heats due to the wealth of a few thousand individuals, millionaires travel to the melting icebergs, scoop them up, and use them to keep their cocktails cold. That line seems like it belongs in a dystopian novel. A third said, “Can’t make this shit up, haha.”
We still need glacier ice for cocktails, despite global warming and the melting of ice caps? Talk about tone def. Been a devotee for years, but recently, I’m out when I can’t afford food because I’ve seen enough caviar,” remarked a fourth individual.
When Stewart bravely posed in provocative swimsuits for Sports Illustrated’s cover in May, she made history. The 81-year-old revealed her previous stringent health routine as well.
Stewart stated, “I didn’t starve myself, but I didn’t eat any bread or pasta for a couple of months,” in an interview with Today.
“It was incredible that I attended Pilates twice a week, and I continue to do so because it is so beneficial.” Either way, I live a clean lifestyle with a balanced diet, consistent exercise, good skincare, and other practices.
My husband threw all my paintings away. I decided to give him a real lesson now
When I discovered Tim had thrown away my paintings, it felt like a piece of my soul had been ripped away. Each stroke of paint, each color combination, each image on the canvas represented hours of joy, frustration, and fulfillment. But to him, they were nothing but “junk.”
A Moment of Realization
That evening, exhausted from work, I decided to revisit an old painting that I believed had more potential. The idea of reworking it filled me with a rare excitement. However, my anticipation turned to horror when I descended into the basement, only to find it empty. The walls were bare, the shelves clean, and my paintings—gone. I stood there in shock, a cold sense of loss washing over me. How could he do this? How could he erase a part of my life so carelessly?
Confrontation and Anger
I stormed upstairs, fury bubbling inside me. There he was, lounging on the couch, engrossed in a football game, a bag of chips in hand. “Tim! Where are my f***ing paintings?” I demanded, my voice shaking with rage.
He glanced at me nonchalantly and said, “Oh, honey, relax. You should be thanking me for taking out that junk.”
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His dismissive attitude was the final straw. I exploded in anger, yelling at him, but he remained unbothered, barely acknowledging my distress. It was clear he didn’t understand or care about the pain he’d caused.
The Plan for Revenge
As I stood there, seething, a plan began to form in my mind. If he could so casually discard something that meant so much to me, then he deserved a taste of his own medicine. I decided to retaliate in a way that would hit him where it hurt the most.
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The next day, I waited until Tim left for work. Fueled by a sense of righteous indignation, I methodically gathered all his cherished belongings—his prized football memorabilia, his vintage record collection, even his favorite recliner. I loaded everything into the back of my car and drove to the nearest charity shop. Watching the workers unload his precious items, I felt a twisted sense of satisfaction. Let’s see how he likes it, I thought.
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