Does this look like Inner Peace to you?

I have nothing to write about, so I'll write about something that's been bugging me since early September.

As a Chicagoan, I feel I have to keep tabs on Ms. Oprah Winfrey's show. I TiVo it, but I rarely watch it. Frankly, I got tired of showing up to work and hearing all the women I work with saying, "Oh my god! Did you see Oprah yesterday?" Feeling hopelessly left out of these conversations and desperately looking for an "in" with these suburban mommy types, I decided it could only advance my career if I TiVoed Oprah so I could be prepared with my 2 cents when these discussions arise. So Oprah had Jennifer Aniston on for her debut episode for the new season. I think the idea was that Ms. Aniston, after having gone through a particularly public and humiliating divorce, would finally "tell all" about the sticky situation created by "Brangelina" (I think I just made that up). She might cry, right? She might slip and call him a cheating scumbag whore, right? Now THIS is must-see TV right? I've always kind of liked Jennifer Aniston, so when her named popped up on TiVo's synopsis of the Oprah recording, I decided to watch it. As a divorcee myself I was prepared for a good old fashion bitch session. Granted, my divorce wasn't nearly as public, but I certainly know the sting of a failed marriage, even if I might not have been in the same Manolos as Ms. Aniston. I was mistaken, and I grossly overestimated the down-to-earth appeal I thought "Jen" had. This woman sat up there and tried to convince the viewers that she had what she called "inner peace." I think she actually said something about how YOGA gave her INNER PEACE. And here's all I'm saying: This woman was cheated on. Not cheated on like her husband was fucking the secretary and she found a pair of unfamiliar CZ earrings in the glovebox of the Camry. No, it was much worse than that. Her husband, who is widely considered the hottest man in Hollywood, cheated on her with Angelina FUCKING Jolie, who is widely considered the naughtiest, sexiest, freak in Hollywood. To make matters worse, these claims of inner peace come when there are more photos in the tabloids of Aniston and Vince Vaughn smoking, drinking and making out than there are photos of celebrity cellulite! That's not inner peace! That's the definition of a HOT MESS! I would have loved it if she got up there looking a little disheveled- maybe a little drunk, maybe a little strung out. I wanted to see her smoking on Oprah's flashy new set like Dean Martin would have on The Tonight Show when Carson was hosting it. Instead she went up there looking all "at peace" with the unfortunate turn her marriage took. I don't care how much yoga a woman does, the debacle that was her marriage has got to leave a mark. Even if that mark is the hickey your drunk fat boyfriend Vince left on your neck the night before, there damn well better be a mark.