rm479: flashback!
I thought it'd be fun to re-read what I wrote around this time last year. And I gotta say ... I'm on the dot with coincidences.
And now, from the classic archives of my musings:
While I do enjoy Oprah Winfrey on occassion (during her favorite things shows, when she has some actor I adore, etc.), I think that today's episode is probably one of those that will make my stomach turn.
She has her own "Wildest Dream," and guess what that is? To have a "Legends Luncheon." There are clips shown of Halle Berry and Alicia Keys laughing. Mariah Carey talks about how wonderful it was.
At a younger age, I probably would have thought this was a really cool thing. If I were a gullible freak, I probably would have thought that too.
Instead of me thinking how great it is, I feel that this is vomit inducing. While it's nice that Oprah wants to throw this kind of party as her dream, one must think of these questions:
1) Who the hell designated the "Legends?" I'm sorry, but Halle Berry and Alicia Keys? While I enjoy these ladies, I hardly think they can be classified "Legends." At least not now. Aren't legends supposed to be, you know ... older?
2) They need to stop with the bling. I love how Mariah Carey points out her diamond earrings that Oprah handed to all of them. Excuse me. Kiss my grits.
I think the thing that bothers me the most about this little "Legends" party is that ... Oprah can probably feed a third world country with every earring she gave to every single lady. All of these women that she had at her party ... I mean, so far, from the commercials, you just see the "Legends" as those in entertainment. Aren't there "Legends" that aren't in entertainment?
Oprah seems to be too congratulatory of herself and those in her field. It's a little aggravating, and like I said earlier, vomit enducing. Stop patting yourselves on the back and do something worthwhile. While it is a nice gesture, there are other things worth some time.
I have yet to see the entire show ... I don't know if I will. But, all I can think about is if some young girl sees this show and starts to get the wrong ideas about life. I just hate that Oprah can designate who's a "legend" and who isn't. It pisses me off. Life isn't just parties and diamonds, if you know what I mean.
And now, it seems that a year later, Oprah decides to share what goes on during this "Legends' Ball." Sigh. I've had over a year to re-think this whole situation. And quite frankly, all I can say is that Oprah Winfrey is a rich and powerful woman, so she can do whatever the hell she wants. Have a ball celebrating all the ladies that have influence your life, and those ladies that will continue a legacy.
I also have a better understanding about this little party she had. So, it's just really her celebrating all the African-American women that have influenced her life. Sure ... I'd like to have a party like that someday. Celebrate the women that have made a difference. It sounds nice. But a part of me just doesn't feel impressed with it at all.
To be quite honest, I just hate, hate, hate the packaging. The commercials ... hell, even SNL made fun of it. All these women talking about how "amazing" it was, and how "it's like nothing they've never seen." Umm ... you've never been to Martha Stewart's house in her backyard? You've never been to a Hollywood party or Oscars where they didn't hand you a basket full of FREE shit like iPods and silver cigarette cases? And then, you hear Oprah's voice ... that really, really "I'm a WOMAN" voice. It has me reaching for the little trash can near my feet and pushing my head inside it so the vomit doesn't splatter anywhere else. Just the idea of Oprah fluttering around and patting people on the back just rubs me the wrong way, and I have no idea why. And if I see Maya Angelou putting her hands up to her face gasping one more time, I will claw my eyes out. No one wants to see Maya Angelou in shock. No one.
I had my TV on tonight, and I was flipping through the channels. And it didn't occur to me that the special was on tonight, and that at 8 I usually tune into "The King of Queens." And while passing ABC, I see the beginning of the ball, and I immediately change the channel. I didn't want to "witness history." I really, really didn't care.
I agree with most of what I said a year ago ... you know how sometimes, someone passes away, and the family asks that friends and well-wishers not send flowers, but uses that money to make a donation to the deceased's favorite charities? I just think that instead of a self-congratulatory tea party, maybe something like donating your time and money for diamond earrings to something a lot more worthy would be something I'd rather do. Money for the performing arts, money for education, women causes, perhaps? The ceremony in itself is a wonderful thing - honoring those African American women who have made a significant mark in history. But the extravagance of it all makes me want to throw myself into traffic.
But, like I said before ... she's rich and powerful. It's her money. Buy people diamonds, bestow the "legend" name to them, whatever. She can do whatever the hell she wants. Have a party ... do what you want.
And now, from the classic archives of my musings:
While I do enjoy Oprah Winfrey on occassion (during her favorite things shows, when she has some actor I adore, etc.), I think that today's episode is probably one of those that will make my stomach turn.
She has her own "Wildest Dream," and guess what that is? To have a "Legends Luncheon." There are clips shown of Halle Berry and Alicia Keys laughing. Mariah Carey talks about how wonderful it was.
At a younger age, I probably would have thought this was a really cool thing. If I were a gullible freak, I probably would have thought that too.
Instead of me thinking how great it is, I feel that this is vomit inducing. While it's nice that Oprah wants to throw this kind of party as her dream, one must think of these questions:
1) Who the hell designated the "Legends?" I'm sorry, but Halle Berry and Alicia Keys? While I enjoy these ladies, I hardly think they can be classified "Legends." At least not now. Aren't legends supposed to be, you know ... older?
2) They need to stop with the bling. I love how Mariah Carey points out her diamond earrings that Oprah handed to all of them. Excuse me. Kiss my grits.
I think the thing that bothers me the most about this little "Legends" party is that ... Oprah can probably feed a third world country with every earring she gave to every single lady. All of these women that she had at her party ... I mean, so far, from the commercials, you just see the "Legends" as those in entertainment. Aren't there "Legends" that aren't in entertainment?
Oprah seems to be too congratulatory of herself and those in her field. It's a little aggravating, and like I said earlier, vomit enducing. Stop patting yourselves on the back and do something worthwhile. While it is a nice gesture, there are other things worth some time.
I have yet to see the entire show ... I don't know if I will. But, all I can think about is if some young girl sees this show and starts to get the wrong ideas about life. I just hate that Oprah can designate who's a "legend" and who isn't. It pisses me off. Life isn't just parties and diamonds, if you know what I mean.
And now, it seems that a year later, Oprah decides to share what goes on during this "Legends' Ball." Sigh. I've had over a year to re-think this whole situation. And quite frankly, all I can say is that Oprah Winfrey is a rich and powerful woman, so she can do whatever the hell she wants. Have a ball celebrating all the ladies that have influence your life, and those ladies that will continue a legacy.
I also have a better understanding about this little party she had. So, it's just really her celebrating all the African-American women that have influenced her life. Sure ... I'd like to have a party like that someday. Celebrate the women that have made a difference. It sounds nice. But a part of me just doesn't feel impressed with it at all.
To be quite honest, I just hate, hate, hate the packaging. The commercials ... hell, even SNL made fun of it. All these women talking about how "amazing" it was, and how "it's like nothing they've never seen." Umm ... you've never been to Martha Stewart's house in her backyard? You've never been to a Hollywood party or Oscars where they didn't hand you a basket full of FREE shit like iPods and silver cigarette cases? And then, you hear Oprah's voice ... that really, really "I'm a WOMAN" voice. It has me reaching for the little trash can near my feet and pushing my head inside it so the vomit doesn't splatter anywhere else. Just the idea of Oprah fluttering around and patting people on the back just rubs me the wrong way, and I have no idea why. And if I see Maya Angelou putting her hands up to her face gasping one more time, I will claw my eyes out. No one wants to see Maya Angelou in shock. No one.
I had my TV on tonight, and I was flipping through the channels. And it didn't occur to me that the special was on tonight, and that at 8 I usually tune into "The King of Queens." And while passing ABC, I see the beginning of the ball, and I immediately change the channel. I didn't want to "witness history." I really, really didn't care.
I agree with most of what I said a year ago ... you know how sometimes, someone passes away, and the family asks that friends and well-wishers not send flowers, but uses that money to make a donation to the deceased's favorite charities? I just think that instead of a self-congratulatory tea party, maybe something like donating your time and money for diamond earrings to something a lot more worthy would be something I'd rather do. Money for the performing arts, money for education, women causes, perhaps? The ceremony in itself is a wonderful thing - honoring those African American women who have made a significant mark in history. But the extravagance of it all makes me want to throw myself into traffic.
But, like I said before ... she's rich and powerful. It's her money. Buy people diamonds, bestow the "legend" name to them, whatever. She can do whatever the hell she wants. Have a party ... do what you want.