I think we can safely blame Trump for this whole Oprah2020 business. If we weren’t so starved for rational, impassioned and coherent rhetoric, we might have been able to simply appreciate Oprah Winfrey’s very good Cecil B. DeMille acceptance speech for what it was. Instead, people got so caught up with the idea of Oprah>Trump that they lost their damn minds.
It should be clear by now that if anybody is living their best life, it’s best life living encourager Oprah Winfrey. In a recent Vogue interview, Oprah revealed she is living every lotto players dream life by giving two big ole middle fingers in the air to every hooker that has ever tried to keep her down. Those hookers include The Man (obvs), the Industry (I’ll make my own then, dammit), Scarlett O’hara (Tara ain’t got shit on Oprah’s “Promised Land” estate), Chucky the killer doll (which beat Beloved at the box office) and ratched bathtubs. That last one may contain the the hidden key to everyone’s favorite speculation (aside from does she scissor Gayle): Why Oprah never married Stedman Graham.