I bet it would be pretty cool to find out that Oprah was your sister for the first five minutes. Then I bet she would just be insufferable. But I don't have to tell you that. I love that her favorite part about finding out she has a sister is that her sister didn't sell her out. It's all about Oprah, after all.
I bet you don't really even get any benefits. I bet all that being Oprah's long-lost sister gets you is a bunch of phone calls to talk about Oprah. Or Deepak Chopra lectures. Except maybe you get a check-up with Doctor Oz or something, that might be worth it. But I bet Oprah's all Warren Buffet (ha, I almost said Jimmy) with her money. I bet there are no free rides in Oprah town. I bet those poor kids that were all excited five minutes ago about "Auntie Oprah" are getting bupkis.
Way back in 2010 when Oprah and Sir Paul McCartney were both getting Kennedy Center Honors, the husband and I sat around musing on how they could combine forces to become King and Queen of Earth. Imagine the money in that marriage! I wonder if they would be benevolent leaders, or if Oprah's wrath would come out. If I were her, I would want to yell "off with his head!" at least once.