Love you, Oprah. You're smart, charming, kind, and richer than many countries. And, of course, now there's more of you to love.  But gotta say, you have a weird way of being embarrassed, devoting a whole show yesterday to how fat you are. Apparently, it started with blue corn chips, and went downhill from there. Here's what you said about being reduced to headshots on your magazine:

I'd rather not be seen. It's embarrassing for me and I would rather not do it...All this year I've been hiding my body because I didn't want you to see it. Here I am, one of the most visible people in the world, trying not to be seen on the cover of my own magazine. How crazy is that?

Um...not as crazy as having your own magazine, for which you are the cover subject every single month. I mean, come on, Big O, (we call her that sometimes, it's cool) you weren't so embarrassed you threw Gayle a cover, or Dr.Phil. Also, hiding your body is not as crazy as spending a whole show discussing your embarrassment. If you're hiding, Oprah, we see you, along with ten trillion other viewers. Not that we don't care. Of course we care. Everyone cares. Watching Oprah's weight is the national pastime. (That's true - it passed baseball sometime in June.) Still, maybe caring isn't the point? Even for Oprah, this all feels a little Oprah-centric. Maybe Miss Winfrey could go back to being unbelievably generous?   

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