Re:
http://www2.oprah.com/presents/2006/rtrip/slide/20061010/rtrip_20061010_350_105.jhtml Dear Oprah:
I am not very shocked, but I am appalled. First of all, I think it's ludicrous that people who are famous, believe that they can get away with such nonesense, just because they are famous.
I am referring to, the incident in which you crashed a wedding on your road trip. On someone's celebration with friends and family of their newfound life together, which was meticulously, very carefully planned, you came in uninvited. As someone who parades themselves as a lady, I'm not surprised that the truth about your self-centered behaviour has come out.
If you wanted to do something nice for the newlyweds, sending flowers, or gifts is fine, although unnecessary and only a sham of a publicity stunt for you. You feel you can buy adoration from fans and the press.
You walk into the room, which was carefully decorated and say, "No, really, I AM Oprah" as if that gives you the right to be there, because you are famous.
Well, this isn't just a letter informing you of my disgust, but it's also a warning. If you feel like pulling that kind of a stunt at my wedding, I will call the police and have you removed. You are an uninvited guest, and I'm sure the press would love to see you giving a statement to the local police department. I don't want your gifts or money, and I cannot express how distasteful it is for you to attend any wedding you aren't invited to - with you assuming you are wanted because you are OPRAH.
The wedding is the bride's day. It's also a day for the groom, but truly, in our culture, it's a day for the bride. Imagine how the bride felt when you made her wedding all about you. When people look back to that day, they won't remember the care taken in the meal selection, decorations, or gifts for the invited guests, they will remember some ignorant, self absorbed famous person coming in and stealing the show. You have stolen something from that couple that they will not be able to get back, ever. That day is ruined; while at the time, the people whose wedding you did crash were polite, even excited to meet a rich self-absorbed celebrity, they will look back and remember how you made the wedding about YOU and not about the love between two special people.
To go and crash a SECOND wedding, is just stupid. And although again, the guests welcomed you to their celebration, I assure you that it was only the polite thing to do, and that you stole their day from them.
Then to make a toast of
"May I just say that I think that marriage is a journey," Oprah said. "I hope that God holds you in the palm of his hands and doesn't squeeze you too tightly. May you both be blessed."
Well, let's just say that if you came to our non-denom, atheistic wedding and pulled that shit, you'd be likely to be considered more of a moron, while we just shake our heads as security sends you out the door.
And while the bride of the one wedding said, "Just because you were there was amazing. Anybody would want you guys to come to a wedding!"
She does NOT speak for me, and I know there are others like me. Getting bumped at your own wedding is just so disgraceful and distasteful.
The only reason why you're weren't kicked out is because you have a crappy talk show on television. If any old person came off the street and crashed a wedding, they'd get charged with trespassing, which is what SHOULD HAVE happened to you. Abusing celebrity status to smash a girl's dreams of a beatiful day about her with family and friends is something you can never live down. You're like that drunken relative that no one likes because they make a scene and vomit (in your case, vomiting scripture-like messages) all over the invited guests.
The difference is that the drunken relative WAS INVITED. You weren't.
To close, you've ruined their day, and although they are too polite to say it: You're a self-centered, ignorant bitch. Maybe you'll learn from your careless actions, and maybe not. But if you show up on my wedding day, don't let the door hit your ass on the way out.
Sincerely,
Me.