Alas, another week filled with sighs of disgust from us viewers.
It seems that General Hospital has granted us some reprieve,
with the return of Brenda now playing center stage.
I am tired, folks! I am tired of Gary Tomlin not listening to a
darned thing that us viewers, HIS BOSSES, have to say. We vent
about his choice to write these degrading, inhumane storylines,
and what does he do? HE WRITES MORE OF THEM!
Does this man HAVE children? Does he have a special person in
his life? Does he live on EARTH! Jeez!
How does he sleep at night knowing that he is going to get up
the next morning and thumb his nose at the justice system yet
again? How can he allow some deranged Superbroom Mini-Brat to
rise from her coffin and deliberately put the welfare of an
unborn, unsuspecting child in danger just because she got her
little feelings hurt in a teenaged romance!
Sure, sure..we're all adults here right? Then why are we
subjected to sitting through forty-five minutes of childish
tantrums, parental neglect, (or better yet, abuse), airheaded
surreal law-breakers, an unbelievably STUPID, (Sorry, no
sugar-coated synonym came to mind!) Commissioner of Police, and
a mother, (Carlotta), who spends more time singing her own
praises as a mother than actually being a proper one? If I hear
one more story about how she and the late Mr. Vega never did, or
ALWAYS did something, I'll SCREAM!! We Earthling adults are well
aware that no such thing exists.
And speaking of babies and mommies...
Keri pregnant with her mother's baby whose daddy is supposedly
the man with whom she's head over heels in love? Oh, ICK!! Can
you please tell me what drug store sells the laced bananas that
the writers are smoking? I'd like to call Consumer Affairs to
file a complaint of a controlled substance being sold, right
after I pick up an economy-sized bottle of Pepto-Bismol to cope
with the Keri pregnancy.
To be fair, I have to give credit to Timothy D. Stickney. You
go, BOY! You have touched my heart this week. Seeing the hurt on
your face as RJ Gannon whenever you think of the fatherhood that
almost wasn't...BRAVO!
It was a pleasant change to see a softer side of RJ while
simultaneously having ONE parent left in Llanview that actually
WANTS to be a parent! It does nothing, however, but further
prove that there is still an alien pixie dust addiction going on
in the writers' booth. I mean, think about it.
Here we finally have a parent that is showing true signs of
being a good parent, and his daughter's already grown! However,
he seems sincere in trying to reconcile with Antonio for Keri's
sake.
Blair and Sam?? Oh, puhleeze! Just when Mr. T was giving Blair a
sense of strength, a show of independence, a breath of life as a
truly good mother....
"OOOPS! I forgot to give her a man!" says Mr. T.
STOP DOING THAT!! For once, write for the Millenium! Women are
strong! We are able! We can do anything a man can do, with or
without a man! Jeez, I feel like I'm back in Junior High Social
Studies class learning about The Suffragettes and Susan B.
Anthony, and Sadie Hawkins!
AAAARRRRGGH!
Women don't go around getting revenge by TRYING to get pregnant!
The average modern-day woman wants to have a vivacious body and
the freedom to GO! We get revenge by telling his new women that
he's infected with a communicable disease..WE DON'T USE BABIES!!
And if we're not pregnant, we DON'T CHECK OVULATION CYCLES TO
GET PREGNANT!! We don't even check ovulation cycles to prevent
pregnancy! WAKE UP!
Contact Michael J. Fox and Christopher Lloyd and ask them to
send you back to the future.
Enough with Llanview, for a minute. I have an Underworld Floozy
to deal with. Livvie Borden?? Where are you?
Okay, she's stuck with an alien spawn, she's been rejected by
all things male, both living dead, and Undead, and...(OOPS! I'm
sorry, I should be celebrating! Break out the champagne! CLINK!)
The fact that she even got away with drugging her dad irks me to
no end! Lucy is in pain, and Kevin is in Never-Never Land while
Livvie is free to play the Town Hoochie. Oh, PUHLEEZE!! And how
nauseating is getting pregnant by a mythical creature? Sure it
looks like Frank, but um, hello? Anything that needs a
"host" to keep it alive would have me high-tailing out of its
way at warp speed, not trying to breed for it!
Let's go to General Hospital...
This show is probably the best thing going on daytime right
about now. But even then, the threat of the writers rummaging
through the Trashed Storyline Can is eminent. Do I smell a
Brenda/Jax reunion? It was great, IN IT'S TIME, but I personally
am reveling in the refreshing union of Jax and Skye. When a
writer can make you love a character that you were once ready to
vote off the show, you're showing some skills!
And just when you think the women of soaps are showing some
signs of intelligence and strength...BANG! Here comes Elizabeth,
who has been one of the greatest pillars of objectivity and
balance, succumbing to the age-old spell of jealousy. One minute
the writers have these two dancing around some HOT chemistry,
she understands him, she is strong enough to allow him the
freedom and the trust he needs to do his thing, and the next
minute she's contemplating throwing everything they've worked
for down the drain because he's helping another woman cope with
threatening phone calls.
But again, to be fair...
YOU GO, Alexis! Fight that nitwit Scott Baldwin tooth and nail
until you get that position! He's a sexist jerk, with the
manners and respect of a caveman, and it would be poetic justice
to have a woman shoot him down! It would be a hand up to have
the woman bang the man over the head with a billy club and drag
HIM into the cave for a change!
(SIGH) Oh well, we can only hope. Feel free to contact me at:
KaydeesHouse@aol.com
with your thoughts
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