Yesterday brought weight to so many hearts and I am unashamed to say that I am still locked in my dreary emotions. Not only did Beyoncé release a new lovey-dovey ballad, but The Oprah Winfrey Show finally came to an end after 25 years! Oh, and Set It Off came on leaving my tear ducts flooded, but a dead Queen Latifah is not the point!
I don’t know if you looked to Oprah as a parent/auntie/teacher/supreme being, but I damn sure did. She taught me to learn, love, and lease shit I can’t afford. There were even a few times that I escaped whoopings by sliding my report card to my mother during Oprah’s show. If that’s not a living gift from Jesus, I don’t know what the hell is.
The money and power is great. I would have loved to sit front row for an “Oprah’s Favorite Things” episode and leave the studio with two hovercrafts and a basket of blackberry sticky buns from Williams-Sonoma. Plus, her eye boogers can probably be exchanged for a lifetime supply of gasoline.
However, I rather cherish the fear respect factor that trails with Oprah. People value her opinion, her presence, and we all know that Gayle will leave you stankin’ if you try anything slick. All the while, Big O busts her ass for us and helps many people find their ways in times of need. I truly respect the sister for that and more.
Some people are now wondering who will be the new “Queen of Daytime” with Oprah gone. Some say Ellen will take the spot, or perhaps Wendy Williams...maybe Antoine Dodson will slay them down. Well as far as I’m concerned, nobody will ever touch that crown, because nobody can ever measure up to that greatness. Besides, Stedman’s probably got the crown tucked in a sparkly case back in the guest house.
I love you, Oprah! I shall make OWN a staple in my life and work on becoming as great as you are.