Julia Child was the original influencer before tech bros invented the word, turned it into a business model, and immediately ruined it. During a time when women were expected to perform modesty in every direction, especially with their appetite, she showed up like a culinary Godzilla and said, “Actually … I’ll be using all the butter.”
She wielded a whisk like she was swatting away societal expectations, modeling a version of womanhood that didn’t disappear at the table but commanded it.
Today women are still surrounded by wellness trends with the lifespan and taste of houseplants—GLP-1-friendly snacks, appetite-suppressing everything, and a new promise that this time we can finally optimize ourselves into peace. The industry keeps convincing women to eat like woodland creatures preparing for hibernation, track every bite, and feel morally superior about being hungry.
Child would have no part of that. She would take one look at the food-noise discourse and ask whether anyone had considered simply eating lunch.
She’d be a menace.
She’d be a miracle.
She’d be the only influencer worth listening to.
When Butter Declares War on the $27 Erewhon Smoothie
Imagine Child surrounded by today’s wellness culture. The spectacle would be glorious and possibly illegal.
At Goop HQ she’d last approximately nine minutes. Someone would hand her a red light mask or an elixir of moon-cleansed chlorophyll, and she’d laugh so explosively every crystal would crack.
“Activated charcoal?” she’d boom. “For what purpose, dear? Are you a grill?”
She’d be swiftly escorted out for disrupting the sacred silence required to discuss one’s chakra alignment. (Related: Is Your Beauty Routine Eating Into Your Retirement?)
Then she’d march into Erewhon, not in anger but as someone who once field-dressed a duck on camera. She’d request the manager to inquire—politely, earnestly—why the $27 smoothie contained no butter, sugar, or trace evidence of pleasure. “What is the point of a beverage,” she’d trill, “that only tastes like a tax write-off?”
Influencers would gather at a safe distance as she livestreamed a three-course lunch: Provençal onion tart, coq au vin, and a chocolate mousse so decadent it came with its own warning label. Halfway through she’d drop a chicken on the floor. And whereas modern creators would call FEMA, Child would rinse it, shrug, and continue cooking without missing a beat.
The livestream chat would combust:
“Icon.”
“I’m calling the USDA.”
“OMG is she drinking during lunch?!”
“Yes, darling, I’ve had two martinis,” she’d reply, “and I’ll have another if the algorithm keeps whining.”
She’d go viral simply by admitting she serves Goldfish crackers at Thanksgiving and refusing to treat coconut water as a personality. And somewhere between the martinis and the mousse, she’d accidentally demonstrate her greatest trick: making reinvention look easy.
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bitcChild is the patron saint of “starting whenever you want.” She married Paul—a sturdy 5’10” to her regal 6’2”—at 34, which in the 1940s was basically declaring yourself a bohemian spinster. At 37, she enrolled at Le Cordon Bleu, a school so intense it can make a perfectly competent adult question whether they’ve ever correctly identified garlic.
She spent years perfecting Mastering the Art of French Cooking, publishing it in 1961 at 49. By 51, she launched The French Chef, effectively inventing the modern cooking show. While her peers were being nudged toward gentle hobbies, Child was wielding copper cookware like a victorious Amazon.
She didn’t worry about being behind.
She showed up when she was good and ready.
And she changed everything.
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A Recipe for Taking Up Space (and Seconds)
Long before social media tried to sell empowerment through $96 serums, Child practiced it with an unembarrassed appetite. She rejected the era’s suggestion that lunch should resemble anemic lawn clippings and be eaten with the furtive shame of someone who “went rogue” and ate bread.
Watching her cook was watching someone fully comfortable in her own body: laughing, tasting, reaching, stirring, living. There were no demure pinches of salt, delivered like she was diffusing a bomb. No plating meals in tiny, tragic portions designed to fit inside a Barbie Dreamhouse refrigerator. No pretending that hair, food, or joy must be aesthetically filtered.
In a world that wanted women to shrink, she demonstrated the power of taking up space on the plate, in the kitchen, and in your own life.
A World That Wants Women Hungry Fears Women Who Aren’t
Child didn’t simply cook. She flambéd the entire cultural script.
She wasn’t political. She wasn’t performative. She didn’t negotiate. She rejected the belief system that food must be earned, hunger is suspicious, and indulgence must be punished with Pilates done with the grim determination of someone filing taxes.
Towering, exuberant, utterly unbothered—she modeled a womanhood built on humor, confidence, and a fully full life. She simply, unapologetically ate. And in doing so, she exposed how much of society depends on women keeping themselves small—by ounces, by inches, by appetite.
One joyful woman with a hot pan and no shame, and suddenly the patriarchy looked as brittle as a rice cake pretending to be dessert.
It wasn’t a crisis.
It was a long-overdue correction.
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Her Legacy: More Pleasure, Less Punishment
Child’s influence endures because she taught a whole generation of women—our generation, the one that has lived through SnackWell’s, Atkins, SlimFast, and whatever “Ozempic chic” is becoming—to ask why the world is so desperate to keep us hungry.
(Hint: It’s not for our health.)
She didn’t encourage reckless eating. She encouraged joyful, intentional, flavorful living. Choices that fill you up instead of making you feel like a woman who’s supposed to be grateful for leftover crumbs thrown our way and lawn clippings posing as lunch.
Because hunger isn’t a flaw.
Pleasure isn’t a luxury—it’s a right.
And women deserve satisfaction, not surveillance.
So the next time wellness culture tries to edit your menu, your body, or your seat at the table, remember Child’s booming reassurance: “People who love to eat are always the best people.”
She taught us to eat like we matter.
To live like we matter.
And to remind the world—firmly, loudly, deliciously—that we matter.
Because we do.
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