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I Owe Suzanne Somers An Apology
My Open Letter to the Queen of Supplements
Dear Ms. Somers,
I was one of the millions who watched your Oprah appearance in January of 2009. I was just old enough (in my mid-30s) to have a mild interest in the show but just young enough to dismiss the bulk of it.
Most of us knew you as the endearing buxom ditz of Three’s Company and savvy shill for the Thighmaster.
But you became water-cooler fodder in late January of 2009 with your very public and very blunt admission of vaginal injections and daily intake of 60 supplements.
The reactions by the audience and medical community were varied: curiosity, horror, dismay, disgust, and even envy.
As for me, I suppose I was mildly bemused and befuddled.
I mean, you certainly made an impression on me even though I was still several years off from being your target audience.
But mostly? I reckon I thought you were a well-intentioned kook.
For over a decade after that interview, I would see your name in People or on the internet. Usually, it was a blurb about your ongoing supplement regime with a carefully cropped nude photo to mark your latest birthday milestone.
