A friend of mine relayed a story to me about her shopping trip at the mall for a dress to wear at a friend’s wedding. She was shopping for shoes to go with the dress and overheard the conversation of the store clerk with a pair of women. The clerk had brought out a pair of shoes to the women, and said, ”Oprah had these shoes on her show. You should really try them on.”
This goes to the heart of what is wrong with Oprah. How did this one woman become so huge as to influence an entire segment of the population on their consumerism? When Oprah goes on a diet, people rush out to buy the books which got her there. Given that I have seen Oprah go from fat to thin to fat to thin about three times, you have to wonder about the people who are blindly following her.
When Oprah talked about her relationship with Dr. Phil, all of a sudden Dr. Phil was the hottest shrink on the planet. Without Oprah, Dr. Phil is no one. He doesn’t have his own show. He maybe is lucky to get a book published. He certainly wouldn't be a household name.
This brings me to what has made me so mad as to finally open up and write about it. Oprah has chosen one of my favorite books for her book club.
I am very protective of my favorite books and I try not to be swayed by the popular press. I founded and currently run the book club at my office. When I started it with a friend of mine, we made a pact to never choose a book that Oprah picked for her book club. Thankfully, she had never chosen any book that I had cared to read, until now. I have always felt that Oprah chose those books for the wrong reason—not to celebrate great literature, but to further Oprah and her cult of style. I had applauded when Jonathan Franzen chose to withdraw his book as an Oprah book club choice. Franzen chose to forgo the millions of sales in order to hold true to his principles, something truly lacking these days.