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 Gifted Me Money for Breast Implants and a Nasty Note for My Birthday—I Taught Him a Harsh Lesson
Nikkie thought she had the perfect marriage until her husband, Jack, gave her a cruel birthday gift that shattered her self-esteem. Jack’s obsession with perfection pushed Nikkie to devise a clever plan to reclaim her worth and teach him an unforgettable lesson.
I’ve been married to Jack for over a year, but we’ve been together for six. Initially, it felt like a fairy tale. Jack was my best friend, my confidant, and the love of my life. Our relationship was filled with laughter, late-night talks, and a bond that felt unbreakable.
If someone had told me a year ago that my prince charming would turn into a superficial stranger, I would have laughed it off. But here I am, on the brink of unraveling a story that broke me to pieces.
It began six months ago when Jack’s innocent trip to the gym spiraled into an obsession that shattered my self-esteem and brought our once-perfect world crashing down.
It started subtly. Jack would scroll through Instagram, showing me pictures of fitness models with the “perfect” 90-60-90 figures. “Look at her, Nikkie,” he’d say. “Isn’t she stunning? Imagine if you had a body like that.”
I laughed it off at first, thinking it was just harmless admiration. But the comments kept coming. “You’d look amazing with a little more up top,” Jack said one evening. “Have you ever thought about getting breast implants?”
Each remark felt like a tiny dagger. I started to see myself through Jack’s eyes, and it wasn’t pretty. My confidence dwindled to nothing.
But the last straw came on my birthday a month ago. The day started with excitement. Jack woke me up with a bouquet of flowers and handed me an envelope. Expecting a heartfelt letter or a romantic gesture, I tore it open, only to find a stack of cash and a note: “Time to upgrade those mosquito bites.”
My jaw dropped. I could feel the heat rising to my cheeks, my stomach churning with disbelief and fury. Jack was beaming, expecting gratitude.
“Do you like it?” he asked, eager and oblivious.
“You want me to get… breast implants?” I managed to ask.
He nodded, missing the storm brewing inside me. “I’ve been thinking about it for a while. You’d look amazing with a little enhancement.”
I swallowed hard, forcing down the bile. “Thank you, Jack,” I said, my voice steady. “This is… unexpected.”
Over the next few days, I played the part of the grateful wife perfectly. “I called the clinic today,” I’d tell him casually over dinner. Jack’s eyes would light up every time, not noticing the underlying steel in my voice.
Meanwhile, I was formulating my plan. Instead of booking a plastic surgeon, I used the money for a complete medical check-up. I deserved to know I was healthy, inside and out, regardless of Jack’s superficial standards.
With the rest of the money, I invested in myself. I joined a gym to feel strong and confident again. I didn’t tell Jack about my newfound routine. I woke up early, hit the gym, and returned home before he noticed.
One evening, as I was getting ready for bed, Jack caught me off guard. “You seem different lately,” he remarked. “I can’t wait to see the final result.”
“You’ll see soon enough,” I replied, smiling to myself.
On the morning of my supposed surgery, I left the house with a bright smile. “Wish me luck,” I said, giving Jack a kiss. He hugged me tightly, whispering, “You’re going to look incredible. This is going to change everything.”
“You’re right,” I said, a steely edge to my voice.
Instead of heading to a clinic, I pampered myself at a luxurious spa. Meanwhile, I had arranged for a locksmith to change the locks on our house.
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