Meghan Markle. She thought she was launching a charming little lifestyle show about food, friendship, and fresh ingredients. Cute, right? Enter Justine Bateman—’80s icon, truth-teller, and certified roast master—here to set the record straight with one gloriously savage social media post.
It all started when Bateman, best known for playing the lovable but slightly ditzy Mallory Keaton on Family Ties, shared a post by Richard III’s Ghost featuring a picture of fish and chips adorned with flowers. Bateman quipped, “Is this from Meghan Markle’s new show?” Boom. One sentence, maximum damage. And honestly? She’s not wrong.
With Love, Meghan is less a cooking show and more a bizarre aesthetic fever dream where food exists merely as a prop. Case in point: the infamous dried flower incident. Yes, Meghan, in her infinite wisdom, decided to sprinkle brittle, dusty flower fragments over everything—from baked goods to beverages—turning mealtime into a choking hazard. Imagine taking a sip of water only to have a rogue petal lodge itself in your throat. Whimsical? Sure. Dangerous? Absolutely.
Fans were quick to rally behind Bateman’s comedic genius. “She isn’t wrong,” declared one supporter. Another cackled, “Perfect response. Just perfect.” Because, let’s be honest, what is this show exactly? Cooking? Entertaining? A masterclass in branding gone awry? No one knows for sure. But Bateman calling out the ridiculousness of it all was just the reality check the world needed.
And let’s not forget the disaster tourism angle. Oh yes, Justine Bateman—the queen of saying the quiet part out loud—has been calling out Meghan’s performative wokeness for a while now. In fact, she’s the one who coined the term “disaster tourists” for Meghan and Harry on Twitter. It’s an absolutely perfect description of their perpetual victimhood tour. Someone give this woman a medal.
Back to the show. In episode one, Meghan invites her old friend Daniel over and decides to spoil him by prepping the guest room. Now, for us mere mortals, this involves maybe dusting off the nightstand and tossing a clean towel on the bed. But for Meghan? Oh no. She needs to ask herself deep existential questions like, “What’s by the bed for them?” Answer: pretentious bath salts or a hand-labeled snack bag. Because heaven forbid anyone consume peanut butter pretzels straight from the package like a peasant.
And let’s not even get started on the cooking. Meghan and Dan whip up something she dares to call “single-skillet spaghetti,” which, based on the title alone, sounds like the culinary equivalent of bare minimum effort. But it’s not just the food that’s baffling—it’s the guests. Are these people her actual friends? Does she even know them? Telling someone, “You’re so tall,” like you’ve never noticed before? A bit suspicious, Meghan.
So, let’s all raise a glass—preferably one without floating flower debris—to Justine Bateman. With one expertly placed comment, she managed to do what the rest of us were thinking all along: call out the absurdity of it all. Meghan may be trying to redefine food and hospitality, but Justine? She’s serving up the real tea. And it’s delicious.
