Today, Martha Stewart's daughter was on Oprah and she was talking about all the different medications she uses to try and get preggers. She hoisted this enormous tub of meds onto Oprah's coffee table, and started sifting through them. She had pills, and needles, to "wake up" her "crusty, old ovaries."
"My ovaries are not shiny and beautiful," she confided in Oprah. "They're sad and old."
"Well, they're probably like 'hey, we're 41 years old ovah here, whadaya expect from us'" Oprah said in an east coast accent.
The audience howled with approval.
Then, all of a sudden, Martha Stewart's daughter stuck one of the needles into her own stomach to demonstrate how easy and pain free the process was.
"Look, see, it's easy, this doesn't even hurt at all," she told Oprah.
She pushed down on the tip a bit, and it looked like was going to shoot up, right there, on stage. But she didn't.
"Holy shit," I said, in my living room, to the television. "Holy fucking shit."
Martha Stewart's daughter then went on to talk about how tuff she was, and she looked totally stoic and emotionless. She said that she treats being infertile like it's "a job" because, otherwise, she couldn't handle it.
Watching her on Oprah really made me want to feel compassionate for her, because it was Oprah and Oprah is a humanist, and Oprah's audience will laugh at anything and make you feel sorry for convicted child predators, but I still felt like Martha Stewart's daughter was kinda just batshit crazy. Again, that's 28,000 dollars, per month, to try and get pregnant. Lord knows what all the different chemicals are doing to her body.
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