pop culture, reviewed

People who know me know that I love Oprah.  I love her.  The last time I went to Chicago (eight years ago?  no, nine), I tried to call and get tickets so excessively that our long-distance carrier called my mother at work to inquire whether someone was making unauthorized charges on our calling card.  (I never could get through.)  If I ever did go on the show, I would cry, and if by some chance I went on there when she was giving away free stuff, I would be one of those women who goes crazy.  My head might explode.  I would definitely wet my pants.

 So yeah, I love Oprah.  I watch Oprah pretty much every day and while I have disagreed with her judgment slightly in the past (John Travolta’s not THAT great, Oprah, and some of the books you picked were not really THAT good, you know), usually if someone is given the Oprah seal of approval, I happily go along.  When it comes to Oprah, I am a sheep.  Nate Berkus, Bob Greene, Dr. Oz, Jean Chatzky (she’s my super-fave, because she is on Oprah AND the Today show, so I figure she is doubly awesome), Dr. Phil — I am willing to count them all as experts in their various fields.  I don’t super-dig Gary Zukav, but whatever, I just don’t pay attention to those shows.   He’s fine. Today, however, I was once again confronted with the one Oprah contributor that I can’t stand.   Colin Cowie.

Today, Colin Cowie is on Oprah — wearing ENTIRELY too much eye makeup, being REALLY pretentious, and talking about some really tacky gaudy weddings.  These are the “My Super Sweet Sixteen” of weddings, and they are not beautiful!  They are too much!   I don’t know why I still have the television on.  I basically think that Colin Cowie is the antithesis of everything that I believe a wedding should be.   (And usually, I am very “live and let live” about weddings.  Really.  I promise.  Just not today.)

Now I’m probably going to read some article where he’s super cool and and saint-like and also hangs out with Ryan Adams or something, but for now, for today… ew.

I still love Oprah, though. I just don’t want her or Colin Cowie to throw me a wedding.  Nate Berkus could totally come over and redo our house, though.   

P.S.  I do totally agree with his idea that you might as well use all your good stuff all the time.  You can’t take it with you, you know.  And I do like his white dishes and how organized his kitchen is.