I never watch Oprah. Mostly because I can’t cry on cue and partly because I don’t enjoy being told when to cry, and when to clap, and when to believe in dreams, and when to rip off my bra and say “you go girl!”
However, I will tune in to Oprah for hate (Jennifer Aniston) and I most definitely will tune in to Oprah for love. Love for Lindsay Lohan.
Strangest thing though – while Lilo’s appearance was blessedly brief (an odd puffy face, non?), I found myself enjoying Emilio Estevez so much more.
Emilio Estevez, member of the Original Brat Pack, star of cinematic gems like St Elmo’s Fire, the Breakfast Club, and The Outsiders, former fiancé of Demi – would you believe I made my dad take me to see Wisdom??? And had to shift around uncomfortably during the booby parts?
Sorry, I digress.
As you know, Emilio is the writer and director of Bobby, picking up Oscar steam both for its subject matter (who doesn’t revere Robert Kennedy?) and its all-star cast. Emilio’s candour about what he went through to make the film and what it meant to him in the process actually had me crying – especially the part when he talked about Charlie, how Charlie was dispatched to his house by his parents to tell him to get off his ass and finish his dream.
Dreams really do come true! Yay Opree!
Perhaps she can help Lindsay too?
Another evening, another series of dramatic events. There was a car accident, a pappy incident, and a screaming match with Harry Morton who arrived at the same club with a new blonde which naturally means she’ll have to find a new hook up to show up with TONIGHT so that everyone knows she doesn’t care.
Do you love it, or do you LOVE it???
I miss being 20.