Is it just me or is Matt Preston, the cravat wearing judge from
Masterchef, a touch overexposed right now? When a press release landed in my in-box this morning asking “Would You Like to Have Lunch with Matt Preston?” the words “no thanks” flashed into my mind before I’d even had a chance to properly register the question.
I understand that the man is on the promotional trail for his new book, the abominably named
Cravat-a-licious (below, Random House), but he is
everywhere... Reflecting on his giddy rise to fame in
The SMH; eating his way though
The Michelin Guide’s top five restaurants in
Good Weekend; sharing snapshots from his photo album in a weekend newspaper supplement; talking up Don’s salamis at a Sydney function last week; making bookstore appearances, and of course, presiding over the launch of the book itself at Fratelli Fresh. Media commentators such as
The Australian’s
Amanda Meade write about his newfound position as a “household name”, unlikely “sex symbol” and “powerful media player”.
The Age’s Catherine Denevy wrote on the weekend about having a “crush on Matt Preston” despite him being a man whose motto is “’No hair too floppy, no pants too white’.”
I could perhaps forgive him his moment in the sun, if it wasn’t for a couple of cracks in the soulful, passionate foodie facade he so successfully presented on
Masterchef. The first thing I’m struggling with is that the cover of
Cravat-a-licious declares Preston the “World’s best food journalist”. Ummm, yes, he did in fact win
Le Cordon Bleu's 2007 World Food Media Awards' Best Food Journalist award, but if the biennial awards had been held again this year as I would have expected them to be, he might already have lost his crown. Instead, they are being held in 2010. At the very least I would have liked to have seen the title sourced back to Le Cordon Bleu to give it some sort of weight and credibility. As it stands at the moment, it seems a little immodest.
The other thing I’m seriously unimpressed with is his ill-conceived jibe at
Spicks & Specks team captain Myf Warhurst. Waxing lyrical about his vast collection of cravats in a
SMH feature Matt casually mentioned that he’d named one of them Myf after the TV and radio presenter because it is "short and slightly wide". Leaving aside his own physical stature, it’s completely inappropriate for anyone in the public eye (or anyone at all) to make a joke at someone else’s expense because of their weight, size or body shape.
Myf, responding in a column in Friday’s
The Age obviously took the comment personally (as I would have), although she handled it with applaudable good grace and good humour.
"I had a crush on TV's newest glamour boy, and now I want to take it back," Warhurst wrote. "This was like high school when I was told that I had been 'dropped' by my first boyfriend; the message delivered by his best friend. If I was 14, I'd scratch Matt's name off my pencil case."
Her column goes on to discuss the pressures of looking slim in the public eye, and her love of food.
“I'm not making excuses for my weight, but I am the height of Kylie Minogue (five foot nothing) and, quite frankly, in order not to look fat on screen, Kylie must eat like a bird and work out harder than Olivia Newton-John in her
Let's Get Physical clip. Being short, there's just nowhere for it to go. Except sideways. And I can't eat like a bird. I like to eat bird! Roasted, with gravy. And scalloped potatoes.”
Good for you Myf, that’s normal. Starving yourself to look super-skinny on television is not. If the response on twitter to her column is anything to go by, I’m certainly not alone in thinking that Myf is lovely, just the way she is.
In Matt’s defence, he did apparently call Myf afterwards to apologise and said “the article had omitted the part about the cravat being beautiful”. Fair enough but it still shouldn’t have happened. As I recall, one of the things the
Masterchef judges prided themselves on was eschewing the negative
Idol-style put-downs for feel-good feedback and encouragement. Surely, we should be applying that rule to people in general and
not judging them on how they look.