One of the names that springs to mind when we think of strong, accomplished women is Martha Stewart.
She is not only a well-known TV personality but also a writer, businesswoman, self-made billionaire, and former fashion model.
This amazing woman is 82 years old, but she still lives life to the fullest.
She garnered a lot of attention when she bravely posed in skimpy bikinis for the Sports Illustrated cover last year. She received recognition for her courage, amazing physique, and positive energy.
But when she recently shared some pictures from her vacation to Greenland’s east coast, one of them infuriated her supporters.
“End of the first zodiac cruise from @swanhelleniccruises into a very beautiful fjord on the east coast of Greenland,” the caption reads, beside a picture of Stewart sipping a cocktail. In fact, we managed to catch a tiny iceberg for our cocktails this evening.
Her use of the term “small iceberg” to describe her drink surely wasn’t intended to enrage her admirers, but it did make them angry.
People quickly began criticizing her article in the comments section, pointing out that she had mentioned a little iceberg at a time when the “ice caps are melting.”
One Instagram user said, “Martha, the ice caps are melting. Don’t put them in your drink.”
Another said, “I generally love Martha and the excesses of her life because he’s about beautiful gardens, homes, and food, but it’s a bit tone deaf for wealthy white people to be drinking their iceberg cocktails while the planet is burning.”
Thus, millionaires take vacations to the melting icebergs, scoop them up, and use them to keep their cocktails icy as the climate warms as a result of the riches of a few thousand people. That sentence has the feel of one from a dystopian book. Can’t make this stuff up, haha,” a third said.
“Even with global warming and ice caps disappearing, we still need glacier ice for cocktails? Discuss tone def. Been a lover for years, but lately, when I’m having trouble buying groceries, I’ve seen enough caviar that I’m out,” a fourth person commented.
Generally speaking, a lot of people adore Martha.
She claimed on the Today show, “I didn’t starve myself, but I didn’t eat any bread or pasta for a couple of months,” in reference to the Sports Illustrated cover she posed for.
“It was amazing that I went to Pilates every other day, and I’m still going because it’s that good. In any case, I lead a clean life that includes a nutritious diet, regular exercise, decent skincare, and other habits.
During her keynote address at the Las Vegas event, she also discussed the reaction of the audience to the “authentic” cover.
According to Stewart, “the response was really encouraging because it gave women of all ages the confidence to believe that they could succeed too.”
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My MIL Tried on My Wedding Dress and Ruined It — She Refused to Pay for It, So I Used My Secret Weapon
АМАМI didn’t think much of it when my future MIL kept pestering me about my wedding dress until I came home to find my $3,000 gown missing! The truth? She’d tried it on, ruined it, and refused to pay. Furious and desperate, I confronted her — armed with a secret weapon that changed everything.
I should have known something was wrong when Janet, my future mother-in-law, kept asking about my wedding dress.
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For weeks, she’d text me almost daily: “Have you found the dress yet?” or “Make sure you pick something nice, dear. You don’t want to look like a doily.”
But despite her constant nagging, there was always some excuse whenever I invited her to come dress shopping with me.
“Sorry, I have a migraine,” she’d say. Or, “Oh, I’m just too busy this weekend.”
My mom noticed it too.
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“Strange how invested she is for someone who won’t even come look,” she said one afternoon as we browsed through our third bridal boutique of the day.
I shrugged it off, trying to focus on the excitement of finding my perfect dress.
“I don’t get it either. But hey, at least I don’t have to deal with her criticizing my choices, right?”
I turned to look at a different display right near the back of the shop. That’s when I saw it: an ivory A-line gown with delicate lace detailing and a sweetheart neckline.
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The moment I tried it on, I knew. The way it hugged my curves before flowing out gracefully, the subtle sparkle of the beading catching the light — it was everything I’d dreamed of.
“Oh, honey,” my mom whispered, tears in her eyes. “This is the one.”
The price tag read $3,000. Which was more than I’d planned to spend, but sometimes perfection comes at a cost.
As I stood there in the fitting room, my mom snapping pictures from every angle, I felt like a real bride. Everything was falling into place.
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I texted Janet the minute I got home to tell her I’d found the perfect dress. She replied within minutes, demanding I bring the dress so she could see it.
I texted her back: “Sorry, Janet, but I’m going to keep it right here until the big day. I’ll send you the pictures my mom took.”
“No. I don’t want to see pictures!” she texted back immediately. “Bring the dress!”
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I firmly refused again, and again. She was very insistent but eventually seemed to realize I wasn’t going to risk damaging my precious and very expensive gown by driving it across town just for her to look at.
Two weeks later, I spent the day at my mom’s house, going over wedding details and working on DIY centerpieces. When I got home that evening, something felt off.
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The apartment was too quiet, and Mark’s shoes weren’t by the door where he usually kicked them off.
“Mark?” I called out, dropping my keys on the kitchen counter. No answer.
I headed to our bedroom to change clothes, and that’s when panic hit me like a bucket of ice water.
The garment bag containing my wedding dress wasn’t hanging on the back of the closet door where I’d left it. I immediately guessed what had happened.
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My hands shook with anger as I dialed Mark’s number.
“Hey, babe,” he answered, his voice oddly hesitant.
“You took my dress to your mom’s place, didn’t you?” The words came out sharp and scared.
“She just wanted to see it, and you weren’t home, so…”
I didn’t let him finish. “Bring it back. Right now!”
When Mark walked through the door thirty minutes later, I knew something was wrong.
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He smiled like everything was normal but the guilt in his eyes was obvious. My heart was in my throat as I took the garment bag and unzipped it, fearing the worst.
The dress inside was stretched out of shape, the delicate lace torn in places. The zipper hung crooked, broken teeth glinting mockingly in the overhead light.
“What did you do?” My voice came out as a whisper.
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“What do you mean?” Mark frowned at me like he had no idea what I was talking about.
“This!” I gestured to the broken zip, the ruined lace, the stretched fabric. Tears filled my eyes as the full extent of the damage became clear. “My wedding dress is ruined!”
“It’s… not that bad. I really don’t know how that happened, honey. Maybe… it was badly made and tore when Mom opened the garment bag?”
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“Don’t be ridiculous!” I snapped. “The only way this could’ve happened is if… oh my God! She tried on my wedding dress, didn’t she?”
“Uh…”
“How could you, Mark?” I pulled out my phone and dialed Janet’s number. “She isn’t the same size as me and even if she was, this is MY WEDDING GOWN! Not some sundress from Target.”
Janet answered the phone, and I put her on speaker.
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“You ruined my wedding dress! The lace is torn, the zip is ruined, the fabric is stretched out… you and Mark owe me $3000 dollars to replace it.”
Mark’s jaw dropped. “You can’t be serious.”
And Janet’s reply? She laughed, actually laughed!
“Don’t be so dramatic! I’ll replace the zipper; I know exactly how to do it, and it will be as good as new.”
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“No, it won’t,” I replied, my voice cracking. “Repairing the zip won’t fix the rest of the damage. I have to replace the dress, Janet. You know you shouldn’t have tried it on, and now you need to step up and fix this.”
“You’re making a big deal out of nothing,” Janet said sharply.
I looked at Mark, waiting for him to defend me. Instead, he stared at the floor.
My heart broke. I couldn’t bear to deal with him or his awful mother anymore at that moment. I hung up the call, went to the bedroom, and sobbed my eyes out while clutching my ruined dress.
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Two days later, Mark’s sister Rachel showed up at my door. Her expression was grim.
“I was there,” she said without preamble. “When Mom tried on your dress. I tried to stop her, but you know how she is. I’m so sorry.”
I invited her in, and she pulled out her phone. “When I realized I couldn’t stop her, I realized there was something else I could do to help you. Here — this will make my mom pay for everything.”
She held out her phone. What I saw on the screen made me sick.
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There was Janet, squeezed into my dress, laughing as she posed in front of her mirror. The fabric strained across her body, the zipper clearly struggling to close.
“She needs to pay for what she did,” Rachel said. “And these pictures are the key.”
I listened closely as Rachel outlined exactly how I could use the pictures to teach Janet a lesson.
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Armed with Rachel’s photos, I confronted Janet again and told her I’d share the photos if she didn’t pay the $3000 she owed me for ruining my dress.
“You wouldn’t dare share those,” she said, examining her manicure. “Think about what it would do to the family.”
I looked at her perfect makeup, her expensive clothes, her carefully cultivated image of the doting mother-in-law. “Try me.”
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That night, I created the Facebook post with shaking hands.
I uploaded Rachel’s photos along with pictures of my ruined dress. I wrote about how my future mother-in-law had tried on my wedding dress without permission and destroyed it. How she’d refused to take responsibility or replace it.
“A wedding dress represents so much more than just a piece of clothing,” I wrote. “It represents dreams, hopes, and trust. All of which have been destroyed along with my dress.”
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The next morning, Janet burst into our apartment without knocking, her face red with fury.
“Take it down!” she screamed, waving her phone in my face. “Do you have any idea what people are saying about me? I’m being humiliated! My friends, my church group, everyone’s seen it!”
“You humiliated yourself when you decided to try on my dress without permission.”
“Mark!” she turned to her son. “Tell her to take it down!”
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Mark looked between us, his face pale. “Mom, maybe if you just offered to replace the dress —”
“Replace it? After what she’s done?” Janet’s voice reached a pitch that probably only dogs could hear. “Never!”
I looked at Mark, really looked at him. At the way he shrunk from conflict, the way he’d let his mother walk all over both of us, the way he’d betrayed my trust without a second thought.
“You’re right, Janet,” I said quietly. “The dress doesn’t need to be replaced.”
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I slipped my engagement ring off my finger and placed it on the coffee table. “Because there won’t be a wedding. I deserve better than a man who won’t stand up for me, and better than a mother-in-law who has no respect for boundaries.”
The silence that followed was deafening. Janet’s mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water. Mark started to speak, but I walked to the door and held it open.
“Please leave. Both of you.”
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As I watched them go, I felt lighter than I had in months.
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