Mary Elizabeth Williams has a good take on Gwyneth Paltrow's Food Stamp Challenge

This Salon piece does an excellent job capturing what bothers me about this whole thing:

Where’d she bust? Paltrow writes of working off a $29 weekly budget, but she also refers to what “we” ate and shares recipes on her blog that she says her kids liked. How did she do this? Did she understand the parameters? When I did the SNAP challenge two years ago, I followed the guidelines and divided my state’s monthly allowance to get what a weekly budget would be, and then factored the three of us in the house who would be participating. A one-week budget for each person. It was tight and it was hard, but I correctly figured out how much money I had to spend. I’m not convinced Paltrow did. And it doesn’t seem, based on what she bought and where she bought it (her brands are from Safeway) that she tried to look around for lower priced places to shop or calorically dense, hunger satisfying items. She didn’t have to do that on her own. She could have asked her dear friend Mario Batali, or budget eating advocates like Melissa d’Arabian or Jamie Oliver, to give her some ideas that she could use and share, to have a wider discussion about nutrition and eating right when eating on very little. But she didn’t.

I believe that Gwyneth Paltrow is probably a very nice woman who, to the best of her ability, really is trying to do good in the world and to raise awareness of serious issues. Like her, I’m ticked off on a constant basis about wage inequality, and I’m glad someone of her fame is speaking out about it. I don’t fault her for her intention. So here’s what’s galling anyway about her “poverty tourism” — and what gives me just a touch of white hot fury. It’s that rich person arrogance of assuming that privilege equals ability.

Over the past few years, as the economy has fluctuated, I’ve seen well-off, once seemingly financially untouchable acquaintances fall on harder times, and I’ve also watched wealthy ones carry on blithely unaffected. And I’ve had an awful lot of conversations with people who think they’re being insightful when they declare that it turns out it’s really hard to get a job or to stretch a dollar. That it just can’t be done. Actually, guys, it’s hard for you to be poor. Lots of us are great at it. Lots of us do it every goddamn day.

I grew up lower income and have in my life had some good financial years and many, many really lean ones. I know how to read a supermarket circular and I know where to get cheap groceries in my high poverty neighborhood that happens to be rife with low-cost food markets. I know how to cook, for a family, on very little money. I can’t sing on “Glee,” but those are skills that I am proud of. So when a rich person appears to have walked blindly into her LA supermarket and just stopped shopping when the cash register hit her limit, that’s insulting. It’s insulting when rich people assume that because they’re rich, that makes them smart or competent. It’s insulting when they pull the “If I can’t do this, who possibly can?” card. Hey, you know what, bite me. Having a juicer and a cocotte doesn’t mean you know how to prepare food better than the rest of us or that you have something to teach us about it. Just because you — blonde and wealthy — can’t do something that millions of Americans pull off every day doesn’t make it “impossible.” And to throw in the towel on a challenge that’s about raising awareness of hunger, after four days, because you frankly blew it with the preparation, is not just a failure of the United States economic system. It’s a failure of your own imagination, Gwyneth Paltrow.