my least favorite thing
The other day, I was flipping through the channels and caught the first 10 minutes of Oprah’s “Favorite Things” episode. Now, I’m sure I’m just jealous of the fact that I’m not there, but this annual event irritates me. Whenever the camera scans the crowd, it seems to be filled with affluent soccer moms who obviously don’t work (why else do they have time to go?). I realize this is a gross generalization, but please, have you ever seen anybody on that show that looks like they don’t have a housekeeper?
(Okay, I’ll admit, Oprah did give cars to teachers a few years ago. Major props for that one, but the rest? Meh.)
Anyway, I grabbed the above screen shot. It’s from just after Oprah announces that it’s her “Favorite Things” show. Apparently the girl in the pink didn’t hear over all the rich middle-aged women screaming hysterically, so her friend needs to explain it to her more slowly.