I caught most of the ultra-hyped Oprah interview with Whitney Houston (part two today at 4!), and I have to say – I really regret never seeing an episode of ”Being Bobby Brown.” (Jeff, do you have any copies lying around?). Kathy Griffin used to go on and on about the craziness of it – her impression of Whitney calling for her husband, “BobAAAY!”, is priceless – and now I’m pining for a show that’s ancient pop culture news to everyone else.
The chat with O was strange enough. Yep, Whitney said, Bobby was an abusive alcoholic. He painted evil eyes on the walls and furniture and cut my head out of family photographs. (“That’s when I knew something was wrong”). But me, I only did pot laced with cocaine. No crack for me. Never smoked from a pipe, O – I’m still a classy dame, still “The Voice.” In fact, I enjoyed reading the bible while high.
I’m all for kicking addictions and adopting healthy habits – could use a few of the latter myself. But if it’s not clear by now that receiving public absolution from the only-getting-creepier Oprah is no substitute for tough, private, non-televised sobriety work, then we’re all doomed. And in that spirit, I’d like to suggest a drinking game: Watch the interview, and take a shot every time Houston mentions God. You’ll be on the floor long before Winfrey tells her guest: ”Go, my child, and sin no more.”