I have three major influences in my life.
My mother, the obsessive compulsive, super-smelling, freakishly-strong for her size, shoe loving, potato-chip eating marvel of genetic design that she is, Barbra Streisand (I know, surprisesurprise) and Oprah Winfrey.
Since her first show in 1986 I have been an Oprah fan. I was six and she was Oprah. She was the best thing to hit my afternoon TV since Reva Shayne on The Guiding Light. Sure, I stopped watching her show when I got to high school and it began to interfere with my busy life of show choir [I still, 10 years and two sweatshirts later, am a little bit foggy on what exactly “Expressions in Motion” means but that might just be because when I was motion my expression was singular: pained.] and shadowing Windsor HS’ stage-manger extraordinaire in drama club rehearsals. But with Oprah the adage “absence makes the heart grow fonder” was true. The less I watched her show, the more terrific her personality loomed in my mind.
Some people believed in Jiminy Cricket. I believed in Oprah.
When people were running around with those silly WWJD bracelets (Answer: He’d slap you for wearing those stupid bracelets.) I would scoff at them and secretly think, “WWOWD.” I even wore my hair like Oprah. (Somewhere there is the photographic evidence of this. Let’s you and I both hope that they are not in electronic form.) Oprah was everything I wanted to be: respected, successful and powerful.
So while I understand that after 25 years Oprah is ready to move on to other things, I’m really floored. I feel like she just told Harpo to beat me.
I honestly thought that the Oprah Winfrey show would outlive me. I thought that Oprah Winfrey would discover the cure for aging past 60 and would just go on forever. I know that she’s striking out on her OWN but it won’t be the same. I won’t be the same. And now you know that awful Tyra is going to want her own channel too, though ANTM does pretty much own the CW which I guess sort of counts as half a network. That just sent shivers down my spine.
But I guess once you’ve beaten the meat industry and picked a President there’s not much left.
Oh-prah.