When last we saw Bossy she was meditating on her life, behind closed eyelids, while snoring. Hello Bossy’s feet!
And before leaving the subject entirely, Bossy thinks there’s something to this idea of giving oneself a few days to consider life, without the usual guilt that you should be doing something else.
Many interesting things reveal when you allow yourself to be quiet. For instance, the sound of acorns. Hitting the roof. Above your head. A few every other second. Sister mercy where did all of these acorns come from this year and what’s going to prevent Bossy from drowning in them as she wades through her overrun front yard and maybe now would be a good time to go downstairs and watch Aunt Oprah?
And this is when Bossy saw the ridiculous thing.
The show featured five women who contracted HIV from the same guy, who was busy purposefully infecting a handful of other women at the same time, and bless all of their hearts what a terrible thing. Except.
Oprah was all, “Clearly HIV is still a taboo subject and so the women today have chosen to disguise themselves.”
Who was the joker producer who let these poor women go on international TV like that when they’re worried about their identities being revealed?
It takes a lot more than a wig to hide one’s identity.