So, I got home from work yesterday and noted that something was being recorded on the DIVX box. I checked what it was and noted, with disgust, that it was the Oprah Winfrey Show. Apparently, it's not enough now for Melissa to simply catch the show when she can; now she has to record the dreck.
About 8 p.m. or so last night, as I was surfing around the Internet, Melissa comes into my office and says "I have to measure your waist, baby." Now, I was about to acquiesce to the measuring, thinking she was pondering her Christmas gift list or something, when I caught snippets of dialogue coming from the living room television, and I realized she was watching her Oprah show, and it was about some sort of weight management pop-culture nonsense for which Oprah is so popular for glomming onto. And, for some reason, it all just made me really mad.
I'm not sure why it made me so mad. Maybe it's because I've been buying 32 inch waist jeans since I've been 18 years old. Maybe it's because I still wear jeans I've had since 2001. Maybe it's because I'm 6' and 175 lbs. (as of weighing myself after jiu-jitsu last weekend), so it's a bit insulting to have my waist measurement questioned at all. Maybe it's because I detest the idea of having my waist measured because of the Oprah fuckin' Winfrey show. Whatever the reason, I flat out refused to play along, and Melissa left my office in a huff.
As a general rule, Melissa and I have radically differing television preferences. I prefer the History Channel and the Discovery Channel. She prefers Deal or No Deal. But, the Oprah Winfrey Show is particularly annoying to me. That woman could just die tomorrow, and I'd probably let out just a little bit of a giggle.
Yes, I'm in a particularly pissy mood for a Friday. It happens.
Posted by Ryan at November 3, 2006 11:24 AM | TrackBackAs talk shows go, Oprah's one of the better ones. But she grates on me too. My wife's a big fan and its helped her to rein in our budget and get her on track with her diet.
Its not all bad.
Besides, my wife lets me watch UFC!
Posted by: Johnny at November 3, 2006 02:11 PMIf Mel would use Opray to get HER budget on track and get HER diet on track, then I wouldn't have a problem. It's when I find myself being asked to measure my waist (when I know full well I'm in pretty damned great physical shape, if I may say so myself), I get more than just a little bit annoyed.
Posted by: Ryan at November 3, 2006 03:11 PMDamn. The good news is Battlestar Galactica is on tonight. And American Idol starts in two months. So you have that going for you.
Or maybe that's me.
Posted by: Doug Williams at November 3, 2006 08:15 PMIt could be worse - it could be Dr. Phil.
Posted by: Stephen Macklin at November 4, 2006 01:11 PMYahoo, two more American Idol-free months! Man, how I hate that friggin' show.
And Ryan, my waist is actually a little smaller than when I was back in high school. But my wife's never tried to measure my waist.
Posted by: Johnny at November 5, 2006 10:04 PM5' 11", 145 lbs is the most I've ever weighed. :)
On the other hand, my waist has grown 3 inches since college.
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Screw Hillary. Oprah is going to be the first female president of the United States.
(pause...)
*shudder*
Posted by: Stephen Rider at November 7, 2006 09:43 AM
Stumble It!
