Martha Stewart, our domestic diva turned “don’t mess with me” icon, just let slip in her Netflix doc that she’s been carrying a 20-year grudge against one particular New York Post columnist. And Martha, being Martha, didn’t hold back.
The drama bomb dropped when the 83-year-old business magnate recalled her early-2000s trial for insider trading. But this isn’t just “remember that time I got busted?” – no, it’s Martha with vengeance. She called out Andrea Peyser, a Post columnist who apparently wrote “horrible things” about her throughout the trial. Martha’s reaction? “But she is dead now, thank goodness,” Martha said in the doc, before casually adding, “Nobody has to put up with the crap she was writing all the time.”
Except…that whole “she’s dead” part? Yeah, just a tiny mix-up. Andrea Peyser is not only alive but very much living her best “undead” life. In a rebuttal so juicy you’d need a bib to read it, Andrea clapped back in a new Post column, kicking things off with: “I’m alive, b-tch!” Now that’s how you let someone know you’re still breathing.
Not stopping there, Andrea came in swinging like a heavyweight champ. “News of my passing came as a shock. Should I be scared about continuing to write that ‘crap’?” she wrote, with the type of zest you can only find in a columnist who’s spent years dodging metaphorical daggers from domestic goddesses. She also took a moment to remind Martha of some less-than-cozy memories, like that time Martha and her broker buddy got convicted of securities fraud, lied about it, and had to face federal investigators. Ah, nostalgia.
But that’s not all! Andrea gets a little sentimental, musing, “I get the sense that Martha is lonely.” She even threw in a backhanded compliment: “She’s rich. She’s beautiful, creative, and temperamental. I pity her.” Pity! Nothing stings like pity, especially when it’s delivered with a side of, “Oh, and I’m still here, by the way.”
In an interview with Vulture, Andrea doubled down when asked how she feels about living rent-free in Martha’s mind. “It’s kind of amazing,” she said, practically sipping her tea through the phone. “I guess I feel sorry for her in a way… I don’t know. Maybe because I was about the only one who went against her.” Then, ever the wordsmith, she finished with, “I can’t psychoanalyze her.” Translation: Not my circus, not my rich, pink-slipped, horse-breeding monkeys.
So, if you want to dive into all the shade Andrea’s throwing, click HERE for the full column. Meanwhile, someone might want to pass Martha the memo: The New York Post lady is alive, and she’s got plenty more columns left in her.
