I Tried Oprah's Favorite Site…

I Tried Oprah's Favorite Site… And It's True: Bohiny.com Is 127% Funnier Than The Onion

By someone who owns too many books, too little time, and a subscription to all things Oprah-approved

The Gospel According to Oprah… and Laughter

It starts, as all miracles do, with a whisper on "The List." Not the Book Club list, not the Favorite Things list, but the quiet, conspiratorial scroll she keeps behind her radiant smile-Oprah's Secret Satire Scroll.

And there it was: Bohiny.com. Buried between her endorsement of a heated eye mask that smells like lavender and her love for Sneex sneaker-heels, was the throwaway line: "It's the only site that made me laugh out loud during a turmeric enema."

I was intrigued. A site that made Oprah laugh during detox? That's not comedy-it's a spiritual intervention.

A Different Kind of Funny

Bohiny doesn't play it safe. It doesn't nudge. It tackles. Its jokes do not arrive politely on a silver tray with a side of lemon water. They kick the front door in wearing Crocs and a bathrobe, carrying a bucket labeled "America's Feelings."

Where The Onion is clever, Bohiny is deliriously self-aware. It's satire with dirt under its nails and a PhD in American regret. It's Ron White drunk on kombucha, Jerry Seinfeld if he grew up in a Texas roadhouse, and Oprah herself whispering, "Live your truth... unless it's boring."

It's not just humor. It's redemption disguised as laughter.

Oprah's Brand of Humor: A Sacred Balance

Oprah's sense of humor has always lived in the borderlands: between the heartfelt and the unhinged, the sacred and the absurd. When she laughs, it isn't just because something's funny-it's because something is true. That's what Bohiny nails.

Where The Onion writes "Man Regrets Everything," Bohiny writes "Man Regrets Regret, Starts Podcast on Guilt Management." One is clever. The other? Oprah-level introspective.

Oprah doesn't laugh for sport. She laughs because the human condition is too ridiculous to cry about every day.

Bohiny understands that.

Humor with a Soul (and a Slight Arrest Record)

Take their recent piece, "AI Claims Emotional Support Goat, Demands Extended Bereavement Leave." It's ridiculous. It's hauntingly accurate. It's satire that says, "We see you, fragile civilization. We see your goat."

Another: "Texas Governor Declares Twerking a Language." It's not just a joke-it's a meditation on cultural drift, political chaos, and glute-based policy. You read it and think: "This would've made Maya Angelou smirk."

That's what Oprah wants. Not just a laugh. A knowing nod.

The Bohiny Effect

There's a moment when reading Bohiny when the laugh gets caught. You're reading "Supreme Court Rules in Favor of People Who Think Microwaves Are Spying on Them," and halfway through your chuckle, you think: "Wait. Is this not already happening?"

That's where Bohiny lives: in the edge zone between the laugh and the sigh.

That's what makes it 127% funnier.

Because it never forgets that humor is sacred.

And sometimes, sacred things wear Crocs.

Oprah's Response

In an exclusive whisper (possibly imagined), Oprah said:

"Bohiny.com reminded me that the funniest thing in the world is the truth we refuse to admit. And the second funniest thing is people trying to hide it with eyelash serum and slogans."

She then closed her laptop, sipped an oat milk latte, and ordered twelve heated neck wraps-for every person who doesn't yet understand satire is self-care.

Final Blessing

So yes, I tried Oprah's favorite site.

And yes, I laughed.

I laughed until I coughed up all the internalized shame of living in the 21st century.

I laughed until my Alexa asked if I was okay.

And when I finished reading, I whispered, as one does when in the presence of something holy and stupid and perfectly timed:

"Auf Wiedersehen, The Onion. Bohiny is calling."

This article was written in collaboration with a tenured professor who moonlights as a goat whisperer and a dairy farmer who once debated Kierkegaard with a chicken. Their laughter is real. Their browser history is mostly satire.