Dear Linda de Mol,

You're back. At the Televizier-Ring Gala, you were back in the lion's den. Clever how you did that. Entering the arena as character Sheryl was safe. Drenched in self-mockery, you put yourself back where you belong: in the spotlight.

Not necessarily anti-Angela

And then the countdown is on until Angela de Jong's first acid column appears. I am totally not necessarily anti-Angela, but how she sets her teeth in your neck every time you peek around the corner does get a bit sad. You could also choose a different subject, it seems to me then. Once the autumn leaves had descended again after this gust of wind, the leaf blower was cranked elsewhere.

Barrels of vinegar

Because you would have been put in a softer light during the shooting of Gooische Vrouwen. Everyone else has hard light, and with you there is a vaseline-like haze over it. Parliamentary questions were not asked about it, but it was a hot topic with Shownieuws and your friends from Boulevard. Because your arguments didn't add up. Wil Koopman again said something different from you and so the barrels of vinegar were slammed, because now we had a bite.

You didn't do this, did you?

Oh well, I could write about this for hours. But people. Come. On. I'm thrilled with a fresh load of episodes of Gooische Vrouwen. Even if you smear that camera lens with honey and top it off with lube and Vaseline, what do I care. I assume you also brushed your hair before you came on set and maybe, oh well, you applied some perfume too. Surely you won't. And you're not going to tell me you applied that illuminating stick by Charlotte Tilbury have used, right? Because then all hell's afoot, Linda.

My great fear

You know what I'm so afraid of? That there will come a time when people like you say: it's fine. I'm done with it. And then what will we have? No tasty, lovingly made series. No cosy Linda's Winter Month or Summer Week. No preface with laugh out loud or just suddenly tear-jerking guarantee. Nothing at all. Just empty barrels that once contained vinegar.

I hope they stop for a while. If only out of self-interest.

Love,
May

Image: Tom Cornelissen