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I usually don’t watch Oprah. (Question: Can a straight guy’s blog entry ever be prefaced in such a manner, that his straightitude isn’t taken down a notch to “Would you like a purse to go along with your appletini?” on the straightness chart?) I really don’t. Ever. Ahem. But I came across it yesterday, it was one of those episodes where she gives thousands of dollars worth of gifts to her audience; it was an Oprah’s “Favorite Things” episode. Oh yeah.
What’s fascinating about Oprah’s show is; one, her catering to a very, very well defined sector in American society, mostly white, upper-middle class bourgeois women; and two, is Oprah’s ability to bring out the most primordial, completely uninhibited desires of these women to life, their incessant and rabid appetite for things they don’t really need.
It really is like some sort of social experiment. It’s like Candid Camera, minus the candid, with a hint of crazy and a dash progesterone. These women go completely out of their fucking minds when they realize they’re getting free shit. COMPLETELY OUT OF THEIR FUCKING MINDS! I’m surprised I didn’t see women literally exploding from their inability to contain their excitement:
The hosted video was deleted, so just click here.
On the other hand, they did get some pretty sweet gifts. Sweet.So maybe these women have a right to act like complete lunatics.
What I wouldn’t give to be in that audience. What? Shut up. Free shit, dude! FREE SHIT! Whatever…
Here’s everything they got:
