Say It Ain't So, O!

Oh, Oprah.  How sad you make me... make us... the whole world.  Today marks the end of an era, the end of something dependable, familiar, reliable.  For twenty-five years, Oprah Winfrey was there for us and I think we all sort of used her (to some small degree, at least) as free therapist.  To be honest, I haven't really watched Ms. O. in years, but there was something comforting about knowing that she was still around... every day at 4pm!  And I did catch a lot of the episodes in the wee hours of the night while burning the midnight oil working on my collections.

Classic MAD TV!

On that note, I'm a little miffed that she went off the air before she had the opportunity to interview ME!  I guess I'll have to start with more humble beginnings like, say, Craig Ferguson!  Yes, I'd be happy to grant him an interview after I receive some amazing award like the CFDA's womenswear designer of the year!  Okay, I'm sooo over Oprah now!  Who??  Oprah.  Winfrey... You haven't heard of her?  LOL.

The Real King of Late Night

OK, I’m just gonna say it – I’m in love with Craig Ferguson! I’ve been quietly crushing on him since his Drew Carey days when he played the adorably offensive, Mr. Wick. Now, as the host of The Late Late Show, (isn’t CBS creative with their titles?) Fergie does the best opening monologue of all his peers. No question. The Scottish born comedian, actor and writer actually began his career as a drummer in a punk band. Those who know me know this is one of my requirements to date someone. I also prefer my guys to be tall, dark and funny as hell! Let’s see… check, check and check! Batting a thousand here. Yep, the perfect man – except the married part. But, Craig still gets my vote for the King of Late Night. Who needs Carson Daly or Jimmy Fallon anyway? No, I really mean that. Those guys are awful!

And he's not afraid to take fahion risks!