The rest of us were watching Oprah for the first time on Television, in nineteen eighty-six. Many I knew gathered on Wednesday nights around the newfangled widescreen television in the Student Center to watch Alexis Carrington Colby on Dynasty get her bitch on. Some were even already lamenting the birth--however retroactively--of Murdock's neo-network Fox. Reagan was riding high on his mostly secret agenda. Ferdinand Marcos was in flight from the Phillipines. Big hair, post punk no hair, plaid preppy and goth girls were all in vogue, simultaneously. We were all listening with pleasure to Sade and Madonna. And Rosie the Maid? Well, Rosie was kickin back and having a cocktail, in style as always. Love ya Rosie.
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