Somewhat Meaningless Relative Tale
Nothing of importance here, so if you're interested:
So, on Oprah today (today being a national holiday so I actually got a chance to catch an ep) she talked about how she was going to do something "daring" for her B-Day this year and it was ... ear piercings. I no longer feel like the biggest dork in the world for having mine done at 21 (and at least I had some attempts during my childhood).
Anyway, so she goes on about how she's going to have her ears pierced live on her show. Wonderful. Out comes the plastic surgeon. A freaken accredited plastic surgeon for an ear piercing. Awesome. Oprah is nervous and she has one of her studio audience members come up to hold her hand.... The woman felt privileged, I'm sure. So the plastic surgeon starts to mark her ears with a marker, explaining every little detial in the markering process (tho they probably went over this backstage at least 50 times) and Oprah, Oprah starts bitching about how she can feel the marker and she's freaked because she thinks that means the numbing cream they put on her ears isn't working. Numbing Cream?! The surgeon calmly explains to O that she should still feel sensations, O is not pleased and takes out her displeasure on the poor audience member by complaining that she isn't holding her hand right. Then come the mini ice packs (I didn't get ice packs, I feel cheated) which they hold up to her ears for like 5 minutes, and O panicks (not having learned her lesson from the marker incident) saying she can feel the ice packs so that means the numbing cream isn't working. Oh no! Anywho, the surgeon takes out her weapon of choice, a gun, the gun! I recognized that gun! Every person whose ever been to a mall or seen an episode of Full House should recognize that gun. She got a professional plastic surgeon to operate the gun? Wow man ... So the gun, unsurprisingly Oprah freaks out (they should have stabbed her with a needle, a freaken gun. That shiz doesn't hurt!), and she does that little kid thing where she moves away everytime the surgeon comes near her with the thing, and when it seems like she'll finally give in, she grabs the surgeon's wrist at the last second going, "Wait wait wait wait". *snickers* I use to do that crap when I was little and I was about to get a needle. But yeah, so apparently when O is panicking she gets mean, so the poor hand holder is being yelled at again for her crapy hand holding skills and O starts pouting about the studio audience laughing at her (how can you not, dude?) and how they should be "throwing her some love". And I think my fave reaction is of the poor plastic surgeon whose clearly thinking, "S*** this is Oprah f**king Whifery, if she makes any sudden movements and makes me screw this up ... my life will be over!" Long story short, Oprah finally gets her studs ( diamond studs, do we really need to wonder what kind of diamonds?) and ... yeah, she somehow made a simple ear piercing into a life changing experience. I won't even get into how this reflects on Miss.O and her pampered existance. A plastic freaken surgeon!
So, on Oprah today (today being a national holiday so I actually got a chance to catch an ep) she talked about how she was going to do something "daring" for her B-Day this year and it was ... ear piercings. I no longer feel like the biggest dork in the world for having mine done at 21 (and at least I had some attempts during my childhood).
Anyway, so she goes on about how she's going to have her ears pierced live on her show. Wonderful. Out comes the plastic surgeon. A freaken accredited plastic surgeon for an ear piercing. Awesome. Oprah is nervous and she has one of her studio audience members come up to hold her hand.... The woman felt privileged, I'm sure. So the plastic surgeon starts to mark her ears with a marker, explaining every little detial in the markering process (tho they probably went over this backstage at least 50 times) and Oprah, Oprah starts bitching about how she can feel the marker and she's freaked because she thinks that means the numbing cream they put on her ears isn't working. Numbing Cream?! The surgeon calmly explains to O that she should still feel sensations, O is not pleased and takes out her displeasure on the poor audience member by complaining that she isn't holding her hand right. Then come the mini ice packs (I didn't get ice packs, I feel cheated) which they hold up to her ears for like 5 minutes, and O panicks (not having learned her lesson from the marker incident) saying she can feel the ice packs so that means the numbing cream isn't working. Oh no! Anywho, the surgeon takes out her weapon of choice, a gun, the gun! I recognized that gun! Every person whose ever been to a mall or seen an episode of Full House should recognize that gun. She got a professional plastic surgeon to operate the gun? Wow man ... So the gun, unsurprisingly Oprah freaks out (they should have stabbed her with a needle, a freaken gun. That shiz doesn't hurt!), and she does that little kid thing where she moves away everytime the surgeon comes near her with the thing, and when it seems like she'll finally give in, she grabs the surgeon's wrist at the last second going, "Wait wait wait wait". *snickers* I use to do that crap when I was little and I was about to get a needle. But yeah, so apparently when O is panicking she gets mean, so the poor hand holder is being yelled at again for her crapy hand holding skills and O starts pouting about the studio audience laughing at her (how can you not, dude?) and how they should be "throwing her some love". And I think my fave reaction is of the poor plastic surgeon whose clearly thinking, "S*** this is Oprah f**king Whifery, if she makes any sudden movements and makes me screw this up ... my life will be over!" Long story short, Oprah finally gets her studs ( diamond studs, do we really need to wonder what kind of diamonds?) and ... yeah, she somehow made a simple ear piercing into a life changing experience. I won't even get into how this reflects on Miss.O and her pampered existance. A plastic freaken surgeon!