It's Like Middle School Again, But With Better Clothes and No Braces!
At one point, I had a lot to say about today's episode of General Hospital.
Something clever and hate-filled about Sonny acting so hugely affronted by Dante suspecting that he was behind the car bomb fiasco (...that he actually WAS behind! Go talk to Brook Lynn about how totally annoying it is to have people accuse you of doing things that you really did, jackass), followed by a paragraph or so scolding Robin for going to Sonny's to urge him to woo Brenda instead of immediately running home to snuggle her adorable daughter and at least a sentence or two marking my shock that Carly was the voice of reason in a conversation with Dante, which has never happened before and will likely never happen again (with the requisite comment about Laura Wright's perfect hair). And then just HORROR at Tony Geary's sorry attempt at an Irish accent, which was more like a ghastly cross between Scottish and Texan, but then came the last ten seconds of today's show and every complaint I had vanished, replaced by cartoon hearts and swooning.
And I just*...
The fact that it takes so little to please me makes this show's inability to do so regularly even more appalling.
*As I swooned, I did hear a small voice warning me, "It's probably not wise to get invested in something the writers have demonstrated time and again is not even a thing as far as they are concerned." But I couldn't really hear said small voice over the sound of my 13-year-old self saying, "TAKE THAT, ANTI-CLIMACTIC AND KIND OF LAME SONNY AND BRENDA REUNION! TAKE THAT!"