I admit to not liking Oprah.
Scary but true: I'm more afraid of posting an anti-Oprah post than an anti-Bush post. In other words, I still believe enough in the inherent goodness/incompetence of our government as opposed to the reach of Oprah's empire.
But I have to say that I really have the hots for her Nate Berkus automaton -- another guy that she glommed onto and decided to make into an Oprahifed commodity.
He's cute -- adorable, hot, really -- and has suffered a horrific tragedy in the form of losing his lover in the tsunami, something I can't imagine. But tonight I discovered something about him that makes me sick to my stomach. Yes, if you visit his website you'll see it too: his name is trademarked.
It's the ultimate in making one's self into a product, and it disgusts me. So, I've decided -- just in case -- to follow suit. Since trademarks don't actually require registration but only consistent use and the TM symbol, I've decided to trademark myself (Gene Cowan™) for protection against someone using my name in the future. Maybe it will be Oprah, maybe it will be some salesman trying to sell phallic enlarger. Regardless, I've got to protect myself, right?
Hope my father, Eugene Cowan, Sr. doesn't mind the pre-emption of his name.
Oh, and I wouldn't mind at all being surrounded by Nate-ness. But not at Linens N' Things.
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