My brain has been replaced by a dust bowl today. Instead of instructing the fingers to bash out sentences, it's ordering the legs to wander repeatedly into the kitchen to make tea and take a jaunt around some nearby shops. The only thing that has engaged it marginally thus far today is a conversation between Kate Winslet and Oprah Winfrey. It took place on OOoooooOOooPRAH's show on Tuesday, after her Golden Globe double scoop for The Reader and Revolutionary Road (both of which contain scenes of the nudey nature), and went something like this:
Oprah: "I love the fact that you have real breasts."
Kate: "Thank you SO much! Thank you SOOO MUCH!"
Oprah: "I LOVE that you have real breasts! I LOVE THAT YOU HAVE REAL BREASTS!"
Kate: "Thank you SOOO MUCH!"
Oprah: "'Cause in all the breast scenes, your breasts do what real breasts do!"
Kate: "What... like race for sanctuary under your armpits when you lie on your back?"
Oprah: "There's that wonderful thing, you know, if you are a woman, you're lying on your back, your breasts they go to - they part - but if you look at a woman with not real breasts, their breasts are sticking straight up. That's how you know. God bless your real breasts! God BLESS your real BREASTS!"
Oprah earns a reported $260million a year. Just thought this might be the opportune time to bring that up.
