Hey there, Interwebs.
So, there was some pretty kooky stuff that went on this week when it comes to feminist issues and pop culture. And, since a lot of the words in that last sentence can also be found on the cover of our magazine, how could we not bring these things up in a way that is interactive, thoughtful, and an excellent way to goof off on the Internet instead of working?
That's where you come in.
So apparently the Florida Federation of Republican Women has launched a boycott against Oprah's TV show and magazine because of her refusal to invite Sarah Palin onto her show until after the election. Now, I'm not the biggest fan of Oprah, and frankly, I find it incredibly difficult to remain tuned in to electoral campaigns. But I don't have to agree with everything she does and says to jump to her defense on this one...
And someone please tell me that Olivia's creator has nothing to do with this campaign's use of Olivia!
Okay, so maybe it is the heat of the office making me unusually cranky on this Friday afternoon but I just have to write and ask, what is the deal with the Oprah phenomena, and particularly the magazine?
Now I know these may not be popluar thoughts to have these days, but I've got two questions (among many) that have been burning a hole on my mind that makes this whole love fest just not add up for me.
As every tabloid reader knows, it’s a short step from a celebrity marriage to a publicity-filled divorce. When Jonathan Franzen’s new novel, The Corrections, was published this fall, critics waxed hyperbolic over its wedding of character-driven family drama and up-to-the-nanosecond cultural commentary. Then Oprah chose the novel for her book club, and The Corrections seemed poised to bring about what many considered an even more unlikely union—this time of the lit-crit, severe-glasses clique and the suburban Barnes & Noble crowd.