Calling This Show Terrible Is An Insult To Things That Are Actually Terrible
I don't know what did it. My beloved Maxie permanently residing in Jasonville? The constant parade of unflattering outfits Megan Ward is forced to wear, outfits that they must search high and low for because that woman can make 90% of the outfits in this world look good? Scott using the entirety of Maxie's time on the witness stand to berate her for her sexual history with Logan? Laura comparing Johnny to Luke and urging Lulu to "let him rescue her"? All of the above?
I don't know. But all of a sudden, I know why people become mass murderes. Because of this effing show.
It has robbed me of words. I am not the type of person who is speechless. I talk. A lot. And use a lot of words when, really, half a dozen would do. I mean...I can devote a thousand words at a time to, like, my favorite American Girl Doll (Samantha, obvs) and how awesome Pumpkin Spice Lattes are, but when I tried to sit and write about GH today, I couldn't do it.