Wednesday, January 30, 2008

I have a confession to make.

I watch soap operas.

Let me explain. I've watched them off and on for years, starting in junior high maybe? Back then it was General Hospital and Days of Our Lives. My favorite memories of watching soaps were in college - they would be on in the Student Union and the resident halls, and people would be packed in watching them, yelling at the screen when people were stupid. Which was often. And now with the abundant amount of time on my hands (which will end soon hopefully), I have taken them up again. Days of Our Lives is so easy to watch. I can go - literally - 10 years between viewings, and pick up where I left off. They must be slipping the cast formaldehyde cocktails during the breaks because it's the same people, same story lines. Stefano is STILL tormenting the Brady's. It is comforting to know that some things never change. The Bold and the Beautiful is only a half hour, and has a baby named Jack, with a mother named Taylor (who is not really his mother because the eggs were switched in the lab - classic), and his TV dad is named Jack in real life. So Jack and I have to watch of course.

Soaps serve a purpose. They can make your stressed out, crazy lives seem so normal and mundane. And with my history, that's really saying something. Viva La Soaps!!