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Thanks, oprah.

You may remember MacKenzie Phillips from the 1980’s sitcom One Day At A Time.  Or you may remember her sister Chyna from the musical group Wilson Phillips.  Or even her father, John Phillips, from the 1960’s group The Mamas and the Papas.  Or at least now, after Oprah has crammed them down our collective throats.  In reality, you would have only vaguely remembered them, if at all, prior to recently. 

I am not going to regale you with the morbid tale they’ve thrown up for the public to chew on in detail, but the gist is that MacKenzie had an affair with John (the dad) for 10 years.  And she decided to share this with the entire world on the most watched daytime show in history… this is pathetic.  Both for a burned out former celebrity willing to humiliate herself for just 15 more minutes, and moreso for us.

We have this obnoxious obsession with watching former and failed celebrities make fools of themselves.  Selling the last shreds of dignity to appear on one of the countless morbidly humorous reality shows that pop culture assembly lines past us.  Why?  Perhaps because we really are that shallow.  Because we enjoy the knowledge that while (insert burnt out celebrity here) was running around flaunting and wasting their millions, we were stuck in middle class domesticity.  But now, while we still reside in the same subdivision, that idiot lives in a trailer.

We need to feel better about ourselves, so we watch as they parade the lost train of has-beens in front of us, and we take comfort in knowing that as bad as life and the economy is, at least we’re not flava flav.