Let's be a 1990s Talk Show Episode

Or Sylvia Browne?

Sylvia Browne was always effective on Sally Jessy Raphael

Freudian slip I guess. Post or fuck off, j/k.

I’m the gay crush expose that resulted in murder on Jenny Jones.

I'm the town slag and drunk.

I'm a dumb 14 year old terrified of mayonnaise or cardboard boxes or something equally as absurd.

I’m Sally Jesse Raphael’s humongous glasses.

Im Ricki Lake's chicana around the way girl accent that would come out when she was reading guests.

I’m the surprise crush that ends in murder

R9 see r4

I'm Silvia Rhone.

A couple of years before the 90's but this is the one I always remember the most: Geraldo Riveria getting his nose broken and bloody by White Nationalist on his own talk show.

I said 90s you stupid bitch.

Oh fuck off, I will do what I want.

The fight starts at 28:05ish

This thread is terrible

This thread is sooo Jerry Springer.

I'm Oprah trying to win back middle America with Hollywood actors and legendary singers. Meanwhile most of America just want to see ratchet fights and trannys snatch some wigs.

I'm the sassy black lady saying "Drop that zero and get yourself a hero!".

I'm the shocking NYC Club Kids. They were always on the 90s talk shows because they were so out there.

I'm a freaky-looking goth teen who is about to get a makeover that will make my mother cry!

I’m the incredibly creative chant from the audience.

I’m the “Is It a Woman or Man?!” episodes.

Try me in 2022 and you’ll get us cancelled.

I’m Rude Jude.

I'm the wig snatch

This thread took a great turn to favorite 80s-00s daytime talk show episodes. Loved the Geraldo, looked up a few about the Club Kids (on my favorites Richard Bey, and Donahue)

Also love Sally Jesse and her carnival of serial killer crush frau hags.

I'm the mom with a questionable baby daddy who didn't get a DNA test... I'm cheating on my baby daddy boyfriend with his BROTHER! Bam! Good luck with the DNA tests! Guess what, audience? We're bringing out the brother!

Every year Sally would do her Imitation of Life episode where she would have a panel of black people who would say they didn't want to be black. The audiences would rip them to shreds.

I'm "The Hot Seat" with Wally George. I'm mostly an eighties show, but I did make it into the early nineties.

I'm an out of control girl who will get a makeover.

I'm [italic]Miss[/italic] Angelou. You have no license to call me by my first name.

R18 And I'm the sassy black lady talking about teen virginity who says "you gotta be a peach outta reach!"

I am Toby. Non-binary before non-binary was cool. Sally’s head almost exploded trying to figure it out.

I'm Oprah's head pasted onto the body of Ann Margaret!

I'm everyone's favorite daytime male exotic dancer "Mr. Cunt Smasher" because we all need our cunts smashed every now and then.

OMG R35, Cunt Smasher was awesome! Thanks for the laugh.

I'm the five minutes Jerry Springer tried to be "serious". People never seem to remember me, but I happened. Of course, GG Allin would make anyone look virtuous by comparison.

And as a side note: Allin WAS hardcore (DL should appreciate that to a degree) but I still think a lot of it was posturing and projection...and as a result...boring.

R33 that was priceless comedy

i'm gordon elliott's wannabe robin leach "...and i don't know whyyyyyyyyy!" accent.

i'm the cheesy bouncing graphic at the start after every commercial break that says something like: i slept with your man and i'll do it again! or my mom thinks she's hot but she's totally NOT!

We're the commercials piled on near the end of the show, so that every 2 minutes Oprah says, "We'll be right back!"

I'm Gordon Elliott. Do you remember my show? Neither do I.

I’m the omnipresent patchwork embroidered tapestry vests.

I'm Tempestt Bledsoe. Even us forgettables were given talk shows in the 90s!

I was a Rolonda gal, myself.

I'm the audience member who stands up to ask a question. When the audience starts murmuring at me, I angrily shout, "You don't KNOW me!"

I'm Phil Donahue, wishing it had never come this far.

I'm the ringside, er, stage security. I become such a major part of the show, I'm greeted with my own chant, and I deserve it.

I weighed 1/5th of what I do now when I started on The View in 1997!

I'm the hand that many people keep being told to talk to.

R49, why demean Whoopi?

I'm the alien abductee episode of Oprah.

I'm "no, girlfriend" complete with head bob and weave.

I'm every Frau from Staten Island, paid with free chicken wings and bus passes, packed in the Phil Donahue audience, hoping to get a glimpse of Cunt Smasher's biceps!

Sylvia Browne was a charlatan.

I'm Chevy Chase, a talk show host,and you're not.

I'm all that and a bag of chips!

YOU DON'T KNOW ME!!

YOU DON'T KNOW ME!!

(talk to the hand gesture)

We're Truddi Chase.

I'm the OJ verdict.

I was naked on the Jerry Springer show. I didn't confront somebody, everyone on stage was naked so I felt left out. I showed my vagina to everybody!

You need to get yo horse hair and yo donkey ass off this stage, ho!

I'm the blood on Jenny Jones' hands.

I liked the Sally episode where the guests had 3 breasts.

I'm the combination of bigotry and titilation that you could feel through the TV screen whenever any of these shows did a gay-themed episode.

I'm OUT OF CONTROL!

r19 I'm the hunchback you throw a little glitter on before you go dancing, honey.

I'm an episode of Tempestt Bledsoe's forgotten talk show.

I'm the frau in the audience wearing a white turtleneck with a gold heart necklace over the top.

I'm New Jersey and I am proudly represented by all the trashy guests and audience members on the Richard Bey show.

I’m the JonBenet episodes of “Geraldo”

I remember that other psychic James Van Praugh appearing on talk shows. I could have sworn he was on Oprah a couple of times.

I'm Cliff Parker doing a striptease and presenting hole on the "Robin Byrd Show."

I'm Phil Donahue's falling ratings.

I'm the results of the lie-detector test. It rarely ends well for the guests.

R35, it looks like Shredder fell on hard times after losing his fights to those turtles.

I'm another sassy black woman who says, "Girl, you don't need to be on Jenny Jones. You need to be on Jenny Craig!"

I'm just one of the many imbeciles on Jerry Springer who is shocked, I tell you, shocked to find out that this chiseled, deep-voiced, muscular lady I butt fucked is actually a man.

I'm a plastic surgery disaster. I picked my plastic surgeon out of the yellow pages because he was so cheap. Don't "let your fingers do the walking."

I'm Eve Plumb showing up for the paycheck but having a stick up her ass when asked about The Brady Bunch.

I'm occasional guest Donald Trump. You thought I was some clownish real estate developer with ex-wives and girlfriends. Little did you know that I would one day plan an insurrection and destroy democracy!

I'm the special makeover episodes. Hair by Jose Eber. Fashions by Pennys.

I'm the Barbizon modelling commercials for the talk shows airing in the northeast. You too can be a model! Call now!

[...]

I'm the bootcamp for out-of-control teens

I'm 1970s Geraldo. Yes, I know you all wanted me.

Looks like a Playgirl model in the 70s.

My bf and I went to the States to care for his father who had been in a serious car accident while on vacation. We discovered the outrageous Jerry Springer Show and this episode..

I can't find this entire episode unfortunately, but this gives you a taste of the fabulousness. Mom was an obese frau puta. Hilarious.

If you're all that and a bag of chips sittin there wearing those cheap Payless shoes, I am all that and a 5 pound bag of skittles, so taste my rainbow bitch! Now sit your ass down before I snatch that weave right offa your head!

r85 Looks like a Miami street hustler from the era.

I'm the half-eaten bag of Wow! chips and the explosive diarrhea!

@ R79 Lol, I remember that! What a bitter bitch.

R91 Why did she think she was invited if she didn’t want to talk about the Brady Bunch? She’s sitting in between Punky Brewster and Webster for chrissakes!

[quote] i'm the cheesy bouncing graphic at the start after every commercial break that says something like: i slept with your man and i'll do it again! or my mom thinks she's hot but she's totally NOT!

Credit to Ricki Lake for this brilliant innovation. She was the first to do this then all the other hosts copied her!

R93, yeah sometimes the tag lines featured the most sensational stories, not necessarily all of the guests, like "I slept with the pastor and deacon and my husband doesn't know it". God now these freaks build a platform on social media and make money off of it. Too funny.

I'm the horrible shaggy, unevenly cut, and stringy long hair on many male strippers, rendering them unfuckable to 99% of the gay audience despite the nice bodies.

I'm the gullibility of the audience at home leading them to accept that these teens who are appearing with their mothers to be booed at on TV are truly "out of control," and are not being paid to exaggerate and lie.

I'm the notion that never seems to die that if goth teenagers only get preppie makeovers they'll keep the look forever and behave themselves.

I’m 14 and I WANT to get pregnant!!

[quote] "I remember that other psychic James Van Praugh appearing on talk shows. I could have sworn he was on Oprah a couple of times."

I never liked him, R72. But I don't like any of those cold reading assholes. I want to go to one of those events, and when prompted by the reader say "You're the "psychic", you tell me!"

And I actually do believe folks can have legitimate premonitions and such, but all of that is complete horseshit (obviously). And he WAS on Oprah. She loved shilling a lot of bogus bullshit (Van Praagh, "Dr." Phil, and Dr. Oz, are just a few examples).

After Sylvia Browne died, her successor Silvia Rhone took on the mantle (as well as her claw-like press on nails).

I've read several of Sylvia's books. It was mostly uninspired unoriginal New Age tripe. Now wonder she was able to churn out so many per year throughout her career.

It's a shame the Stop Sylvia Browne site is gone. That site had full in depth research exposing all of her lies. Good stuff. The guy who created the site died several years ago and I don't think it was archived.

R100 Some of it might have been archived on wayback machine.