Call it mob mentality or peer pressure, but even if you aren’t a die-hard Oprah Winfrey fan, it’s oh so easy to get sucked into a cult of personality when in the presence of the richest woman in show biz. So there I was, next to my best friend, my youngest sister, and my mom, four rows from the stage at Harpo Studios in downtown Chicago. We were in the midst of a cheering and screaming crowd of 300, almost all women, many fulfilling lifelong dreams of paying homage to Oprah on syndicated television.
