Poor James Frey

The last time I felt compelled to write about what I saw on the Oprah Winfrey show, Tom Cruise had just stopped jumping off her couch and into Katie Holmes. This time around the tone was much different but compelling in it's own right.

First and foremost I'd like to give a shout out to my homegirl Oprah, for doing what was previously thought to be impossible:

Somehow, she drove the bus that she was in the process of throwing James Frey (as well as his publisher Nan Talese) under at the same time! How bad ass was that?! My buddy T said it best, "Oprah tore his ass into 'a million pieces' yesterday on her show."

I have to admit I feel guilty about writing about this but I couldn't help but watch the carnage that was going on the show that day. Frye and Nan were up there just taking shots left and right, from Oprah and several other publishing honchos. I couldn't believe that they were even there to begin with. It was like watching someone getting expelled from school for plagiarism.

As much as I would love to be on Oprah's show one day, that's not the way I want it to happen. I wouldn't wish that on my worst enemy.