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Friday, April 26, 2002
OK, scratch what I said in one of my previos posts. I said that "there has never been a more disgusting display of self-indulgence" in reference to Woody Allen's movies. But I was wrong. Last night at Wal*Mart I was reminded of an even more narsicistic display: O: The Oprah Magazine. On the most recent issue there are 7 -- count them, seven -- pictures of herself on the cover. The damn publication is named after her, she appears on every cover, she writes articles, and many articles are about her and her show! That just seems ludicrous.
That would be like me having a website where all I talk about is myself, my opinions, and what I think; there would be pictures of me on the homepage, and every other page for that matter. It would only be about me, me, me, me, and me.
That would be so lame!
| Mr. McBastard | 2:09 PM | | |
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