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...gulped for air and cried and felt the universal female emotion of wanting to wring her husband's neck. There's a couple million votes right there. Martha just needs to don a hairshirt under her perfect Oxford blouse, confess to misjudgments as if she's on Oprah, show contrition, ask forgiveness. She can continue to say she's innocent, but at the same time open herself up to the mercy of public opinion. It's the only way to make schadenfreude give way to sympathy. Who knows? One day the First Lady of Domestic Arts could...
...book The Power of Now: A Guide to Spiritual Enlightenment, Eckhart Tolle, 54, describes how he passed through suicidal depression to spiritual bliss. Imagine his bliss when he discovered that his book had been endorsed by Oprah. Her relentless touting has helped Tolle's book build a cult following since its publication four years ago. Now in its 20th printing, with 800,000 copies sold, it has spent four months on the New York Times best-seller list...
...Good question. I don’t know. Oprah? Martha Stewart, after she gets out of prison? Whoever it is will be rich, privileged and probably a snob...
...without some embedded ace breathlessly reporting, in real time, from the front. But the war we are seeing is bowdlerized, PG-rated. There are fancy explosions galore, shown from a great distance; there are retired generals wandering through giant maps with pointers and Telestrators; there are gagging doses of Oprah-like human-interest drama, the (slightly) wounded saying "Hi, Mom" and tearful families waiting for word. There are photographs of rubble and of bloodstains that could easily be mistaken for spilled wine. But there is none of the horror, none of the unimaginable sights--bodies torn apart, limbs flying--that...
...without some embedded ace breathlessly reporting, in real time, from the front. But the war we are seeing is bowdlerized, PG-rated. There are fancy explosions galore, shown from a great distance; there are retired generals wandering through giant maps with pointers and Telestrators; there are gagging doses of Oprah-like human-interest drama, the (slightly) wounded saying "Hi, Mom" and tearful families waiting for word. There are photographs of rubble and of bloodstains that could easily be mistaken for spilled wine. But there is none of the horror, none of the unimaginable sights - bodies torn apart, limbs flying - that...