Oprah Winfrey has a past- well who the hell doesn’t?

Kitty Kelley is one of those writer pimps who makes money off the back of other’s hard work, she in a female Ian Halperin, Pauly Reynolds in drag,  a leech, a parasite, a hack. She’s the kind of author who rakes through the muck, gets out a sieve, filters away all the hard graft and the chunks of success to find the trace of dirt needed to besmirch the host. I dislike people like her a great deal.

How is raking up Oprah Winfrey’s past of public interest? How is questioning aged relatives with probably numerous axes to grind a worthwhile exercise? How can Oprah repudiate claims that sold her body for money ( to whom?) or that she exaggerated her poverty or her sexual abuse ( just a bit of rape then, or maybe just sexual assualt eh?)? How can anyone repudiate such ethereal claims?

Many people have suffered horrific pasts and rose above them. People have grappled with their demons and defeated them, putting them under lock and key, where they can hear their occasional cries for attention but avoid visiting the jail to often. Many people have made hard choices in life, where options were limited and survival the only goal, many people have suffered, fought, battled, dragged themselves up time and time again when faced with impossible odds to carry on, to succeed, to be more than the sum of their parts, to be more than a statistic, to be more than a victim of circumstance, to be more than a victim of abuse or a broken childhood, to be more than a victim.

To be more.

If such a person manages to claw their way free of a quagmire that can so easily smother a life, how fucking DARE some smug pilot fish like Kelley come farting in, write some piece of poison crap and hope to make money off that person’s struggle?

Oprah Winfrey is more than a person, she is a huge powerful industry, but she made it through the sweat, toil and  iron will. She is a product of her own making. I’m no great fan of hers, but she was there on her couch talking and interviewing and speaking out back when I was a grubby teenager, she’s a consummate professional and the apex interviewer in her field. She played her hand, she won her game. I don’t care if she has a closet full of latex or if she and her partner have only ever spoken on the phone. I don’t care if her poverty was not ‘as bad’ as she claims, I don’t care if her farts smell like magnolia.

She is where she is because she is who she is and she is what she is, a survivor, a talent, a woman of immense character who has had her finger on the pulse for almost a lifetime.

Kitty Kelley, you are a complete and utter shitehawk and I hope your book bombs.