One juror called it a “victory for the little guys.” And by “little guys,” I’ll assume he means those loathe to eat the fluffiest of muffins while reclining on embroidered throw pillow, imprisoned in chambers of oak wainscoting ‘neath alabaster sea of authentic horsehair plaster.

Martha Stewart now faces prison for her efforts to save 50 grand at a time when she was worth somewhere in the tasteful, “country-style” ballpark of 2 billion. 50 thousand! Or roughly the cost of one ice sculpture of David (with Vodka penis catheter) at Dennis Koslowski’s last Employee Appreciation Caligula Buffet.

Indeed, for many, there seemed to be great joy in watching the public stinging of the uber-WASP. Yet while the media had a field day watching her skulk in and out of the court house, accompanied only by expensive clutch and the occasional Bill Cosby or Brian Dennehy (a man who no doubt has run to her with many a “floral” emergency), I turned my attention elsewhere. For me, the one star to emerge from this case was Peter Bacanovic’s young Man Friday/failed model Douglas Fanuel, the witness whose e-mails were used as evidence in the trial.

One particularly lurid electronic missive to a friend described a problematic phone encounter with the usually-abusive domestic goddess, where the young man stood up to her and later gushed “Baby put Ms. Martha in her place!” It’s too bad Young Fanuel’s career in finance is over. The Masters of the Universe who refer to themselves in the third person as “Baby” often run roughshod over all manner of Bull and Bear, and later spend summers practice-dancing in a shallow pond with Patrick Swayze.

So what can we expect from a world where Martha Stewart is incarcerated? Will there be an immediate breakdown of all that we (”we” who make over 100K) hold dear domestically? Not for nothing, on CNN.com, right below the news of the verdict, there is a story with the headline “Woman Finds Fingertip in Salad.”

What’s worse, the finger tip was missing its paper presentation doily and was not properly “frenched” by the butcher.

It has begun.