Although I really like the Oprah Winfrey show, I like Oprah Winfrey as a public person too, her charity personality, her charming warm charisma and her good motives; all that. -I have to say that sometimes I get a tiny feeling, that some of her female guests, come out a bit too... flat... I don't have the right word for it. Over and over again, I tell myself, while looking at her guests; -"Ok, I've seen this woman plenty enough times on the show before", -"Ok, this one says exactly what I thought she was going to say". I understand that they look up to Oprah, I understand that they feel, that they are way below her, because hell, most of her female guests are way below her. If only I got a Oprah gift, every time one of her female guests said; -"I just want to be an inspiration to other women out there" -That's a lot to ask, but when they say it, they say it as this was their plan from the start, they just wanted to be an inspiration. I'm not saying that they would need to be Gandhi, or Oprah with her wonderful charity, towards people who actually needs it. -But it makes it a bit odd, when all the women on her show, who are there because they started a flower shop, or sell their own designed shoes, or have their own wrinkle cream factory; that they all just wanted to be, an inspiration to other women.
They suck up to Oprah Winfrey like water to a sponge, because they want to be her. And I think, because of my critical nature, that most of those women, just want to be Oprah, because she's got money pouring out her ears and she gets it doing that, without her seeming like a shallow money firm. On her show she takes the world, into her beautiful house and everything is very meaningful, because Oprah used to be a common poor, black American girl. And I like her, genuinely, everyone likes her, in all her little wonderful glamour world today. Her fake wannebe like Oprah friends, her spoiled dogs, her Barbie Oprah Winfrey doll in her doll collection, her great bookclub with her brilliant books, her gifts, her homely furniture, her homely home. Because if you were her, maybe you wouldn't be able to turn all that glitters, into something that appears to most people, as something meaningful. If you were as rich as her, with her background, maybe you wouldn't even consider, visiting poor little kids in Africa during Christmas. Maybe you or I would be some drug addict snob, who lived the high life of snobbery, like a bitter spoiled and hurt brat; deep down hating your poor unfair childhood... I wonder if she's tired sometimes, of her "I just want to inspire other women" females on her show. If she sometimes, wants to give them a knock at the head, with her Gucci bag.
Oprah can do it, but when people try to be her, because they want her charm, her inspiration, for their own wish to be in the spotlight. For selflove. They will fall as a burned out star, faster than they think. You know, like that thing, what's her name... Tyra Banks is it. The model who thinks she's so super. She has this Be The Next "Super"model show, the most meaningless TV program, in the history of TV programs. Where senseless females can join and get a chance to travel around the world and see lots of interesting places. They get a chance to meet famous popular celebs, for no reason whatsoever. Wear extremely expensive clothes, that no one ordinary can wear and that looks absolutely out of this world. The clothes fits a whole new race, the only thing we know about it, is that it isn't very creative and it isn't human. They might get gifts from random people and wonderful companies, that they really didn't deserve. They do it because they got nothing better to do and because they probably, are a bit slow in the head. Also because they want to earn a lot of money trough an easy career, that doesn't ask too much talent wise. And maybe because they were boymagnets at school and because it made them feel, that they probably were meant for something better, than standing in the local grocery store. Meaningful aliens that is.
Of course I NEVER look at that supermodel show, but once I saw a clip of it, when I flipped over the channels. They have perfectly ordinary (?) girls on there, saying to them; -"You are a bit fat here, too thin, no personality on this one, no emotion, too female, to grey, no acting abilities bla bla"... And those people had the nerve, the ones who judged them, including the diva Tyra, were the most silly people ever, by the looks and mouth on them. You had the gay girly guy, who did tricks with his hands, that, probably being his only talent. The old outworn blond bleached dead hair, of an old rag bitch with red lips. You had the grey tie guy, with tons of lipgloss in his hair. Who the hell gave them fashion advice!?!, give me a break! If anyone dared, dared, to even try, say such things to me, about my looks, as they did to those girls, I'd give them advices that would blow their ridiculous self-important vain asses, out of this planet for good!
Anyway Tyra Banks being super in her looks, in her own idea at least, now also thinks she will become "meaningful" like Oprah, by having her own Oprah Winfrey show. She can do as she likes, it bother me not. But when she comes into my TV set and steal the time when my Oprah was going to be on, that's when she bugs me, more than anything else does at the moment, on TV. And since plenty of things, bugs me about TV, it should say a lot. I turn on to look at Oprah and what do I see, same show, but a different woman! No! It's not possible! I feel now that I hate her. I wish her Tyra Bangs Oprah copy show to hell. She dance in it. She shakes her brown pretty curls and pout her glossy lips. She jokes. She touch people. She hugs them. She pretend to cry. But worst of all; she tries to be meaningful, like my Oprah Winfrey! I honestly from the bottom of my dark heart, hope that her show last nothing more, than a year at max. I wish she starts doing crack, joins a cult and get kicked out of TV for good!
...I woke up this morning hearing, the little birds outside chirping away, I was thinking after awhile, that maybe it wasn't the birds, maybe it's my phone ringing. I fell asleep again, thinking that I love those little birds, they don't bug anyone, not like a useless phone seller, or anything else... And hell, if sparrows could talk and give forth their chirps about life, I'd be more interested to hear their ideas, than to hear Tyra Banks ideas.
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