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Padma Runs into My Dogma

I wanted to watch last night's finale of Top Chef, I really did. But I can no longer stand to watch Padma Lakshmi on TV. She is like a bad porn actress, slashing knives past her ample, tanned bosom, popping champagne corks, saying "mmmmm" and licking her lips. And I can guarantee you that she never swallows any of that food. Probably there is a gilded basin in the back room where she gently deposits the morsels. In this fawning Vanity Fair profile, she tries to pass herself off as a trash-talking intellectual, Germaine Greer for the post-feminist age. But the phoniness grates.

“I wish I could have shared this Emmy nomination with him," she says of ex, Salman Rushdie. ” Now they were divorcing, and, she said, “I’m really fucking sad.”

Yeah, and wipe the doorknob on your way out, Salman. Now, we know who's taken his place in her bedroom.