Then I got older and all of a sudden I was gaining weight, having relationships problems, feeling disorganized and uncertain about my future, and I had a lot of time in between the daytime hours of noon and four. So Oprah entered my life in a whole new way.
Don't get me wrong. I still take her with a grain of salt. I'm not into the way she kisses John Travolta's and Maria Shriver's butt the minute they step foot on her stage. And Heaven help me, I cannot STAND the way she repeats everything she says at least twice. We heard you Oprah. Oh, and don't even get me started on Gayle. Gayle and I are not on speaking terms.
But I appreciate Oprah's willingness to present topics to my demographic that will entertain and inform me. She's relatively out of touch, for the most part, suggesting that I should provide nothing less than 1000 thread count sheets in the guest room (I'll be sure to keep that in mind O, just as soon as I a) have a guest room or b) have a guest) and yes I've seen the YouTube clip where she denounces Christ. I'm not saying she's my guide to life or anything. I just like watching her show every now and then. I do love me some Favorite Things.
This week she's doing a series she calls Best Life. It's a two-week special event in which she hands the stage over the experts in money, health, sex, wealth, and spirituality.
Now, as much as I've grown in my acceptance of Oprah, I can't say that I think this series will actually DO anything to change any of these aspects of my life. And I've got to be frank. I don't want that woman anywhere NEAR my sex life. I will, however, be watching, because somehow I've succumbed to the New Year's Resolution this year, and I will do want 2009 to be my Best Year Ever (or as Oprah would put it, Best Year EvAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRR!!!).
I'm really going to try harder to be a better person, and someone more responsible for the outcome of my life. If watching a show I'd probably watch anyway will allow me to take away at least one thing that will make that happen for me, then I think that's worth sitting through a little bit of Oprah Crazy.
Still, I've got to know if I'm the only one nutty enough to care what Oprah has to say about my life. Are any of you drinking the O KoolAid? Any suggestions for drinking responsibly, and not letting Oprah crash through the wall of my psyche yelling "OH YEAH!!" and leaving a bigger mess than there is now? Or maybe you just got off the Harpo train, and you feel a need to warn me that tickets are cheap, but it's a scary ride. Whatever you've got people. I'm open.
And because I love you: