Remembering Mario Batali
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I watched this program through the early 2000s during my miserable college instruction days — and it was a very enjoyable respite with my stressful lifestyle doing things I didn't enjoy and never having watched much in the way of cooking shows beyond the PBS Julia Child mess of my childhood.
Later I read of his trial and acquittal on charges of groping some female golddigger metoo whore with three more going for the gusto. I thought it was a shame to bust up the man's career for want of personal gain. Four women accused him of sexual harassment and sexual assault and it does not appear they were successful in their exploits.
They lost him jobs, retail contracts, and other aspects of success even though they were unable to achieve the financial gain they went after.
They lost me some of the most enjoyable entertainment I have known.
Though I am a self admitted late blooming comportment freak, I never had an unpleasant moment watching him on television. I do agree that those in the public eye should watch their behavior quite carefully. I would have been keeping the female of the species in particular at arms length
had I been him with all he had to lose.
Mario Francesco Batali was born September 19, 1960 in Seattle, Washington. This makes him some 5 years younger than me. He went to Rutgers and Le Cordon Bleu and is married with 2 children.
His claim to fame is being an exceptional American chef, writer, and he used to be quite the restaurateur with widespread interests in the field.
Today is his birthday. Happy birthday to you !
It is because of him that predatory women should think twice before messing with me. I'm not civil with the uncivil riff raff going around even if they are female. Luckily I am pretty doggone slim pickings and have little to worry about with the career golddiggers ...
F☠ck around and find out.