Tag: Oprah
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truth and consequences
Thursday night. My husband is screaming at the television screen: “Fuck you, Oprah. Fuck you!” This is not good. This isn’t something I ever thought I’d have to handle. This goes against the core of me, and my instinct is to push him off the couch and make him stop bad-mouthing my Oprah. It’s like…
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11/11: Make a Wish
Hmm… I think this episode might air a week later than this site thinks. I’ll keep you posted. The point is: My name will be on my TiVo…next to the word “Oprah.” It’s like every word I’ve ever written was all leading to this one moment. It’s very exciting. Gayle is very nice and tall…
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counter-point.
[readermail] Dear Pam, I read with interest your entry on sports bras for the, um, chestally blessed on Friday. I found it very entertaining, despite screaming at the computer, “Pam, Oprah is not the boss of you!” But more disappointing than that was the fact that you neglected what might be the most interesting aspect…
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Bounce With Me, Bounce With Me.
I bought an Enell Sports Bra, because Oprah told me to. It arrived yesterday afternoon, and despite all better judgment, I decided to give it a test run. Literally. It’s not a pretty bra, but with a little imagination, you can pretend you’re into some weird bondage stuff with it, because… well, because I’m pretty…
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Dear Houston,
Tough year, huh? If you’re not getting slammed from the excellent Enron movie, there’s a documentary about how fat you are, or how you recruit kids for the war while they’re trying to order lunch. Your representative is a crazy person. Then you’ve got Oprah interviewing the lady who ran over her husband a few…
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my new obsession is apparently also your obsession.
Okay, I saw Oprah in these and she looked good. I’m nervous about buying something created by Nelly, but the man appreciates a tiny waist and a round thang in your face. Anybody tried Apple Bottoms yet? I’m thinking of ordering a pair. Specifically, these. [edited to add: Those of you who were outraged about…
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squishy revisited
So, here we are. One year later. Let me just get this out of the way first: I missed you, too. I missed you very much, actually. It was lonely without you around. After all those days spent complaining that you guys were too much to handle, I felt like a mom who had finally…
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Being Catty
and I turn into Sally Struthers I have an experiment for you. Would you click this button? It will give two cents to Squishy’s monthly bill. I recently noticed that I am almost at my limit on this page. Yesterday there were over 100,000 page views on this site, and it is pushing my monthly bill…