Okay, so I’m rarely at home to catch Oprah these days, but it seems as if the few times I’m actually able to — I get stuck watching a cheesy celebrity interview. Dang it. I enjoy her social-justice episodes FAR more, and I can actually use what I see. I could care less about Tom Cruise jumping on couches or the love life of the “latest” star.
Oy, and now there’s icing on the cake — she just got lifesize painted portrait of herself from Jamie Foxx. I don’t get the appeal of having a painted picture of yourself. Which brings me to another disturbing aspect of “the Oprah” — have you ever noticed that every issue of her magazine features a picture of HER on it? Her mag has been out for over 5 years now (that’s around 60 covers or so) — and while I appreciate her emphasis on social justice and female inner-empowerment, I’m a little creeped out by the scope of her empire.
Of course, this doesn’t stop me from watching her when I occasionally can. And as Michael Moore suggested in one of his books, I’d be damn tempted to vote her into office.
I suppose Oprah-watching is one of my lesser vices.