my guiltiest pleasure?

OPRAH, OPRAH, OPRAH!

i debated over this, really. i mean, oprah's not a guity pleasure...is she?

IS SHE?!

oprah, goddess of the earth. big, black, beautiful woman. she's amazing, incredible, powerful.

somehow, though, there is a definite desperate housewife connotation to oprah fandom. you just see marge in her living room, using her ab roller, watching nate berkus re-do someone's apartment.

I REJECT THIS!

winter makes me cold, lonely, depressed. i bought oprah's 20th anniversary dvd set last year, and i'm still pulling it out to cheer me up. i love little mini-marathons chock-full of toni morrison and mothers of murdered children.

i'm not kidding. if you have netflix, give the set a rent. you'll get the radio flyer full of lard, and african kids getting new sneakers, and tears GALORE. i cry a lot. almost as much as when i watch extreme makeover: home edition.

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