So the "non-Ford-crew" episodes are over for the week, it seems, but they eased us back into them this time by offering up just one Ford and only two of their bland lady-people. Thanks for being gentle with us, One Life to Live!
Now I ask you, what two local teen girls would be most familiar on sight to anyone who works at the LPD? If you answered, "Uh, Starr and Dani," you are correct. But Starr and Dani have it all figured out: power suits and spectacles are the ultimate disguise!
Or not. I can't believe Detective Price didn't buy these two teenagers as high-powered criminal defense attorneys! I can't believe it! They should really take some tips from Dorian on the disguise front.
Blair was kind of hilarious yesterday with her repeated interruptions of Todd and Tea's amorous moments, and I would've accepted the whole thing as just a good comic bit that also reminds us about the mysterious painting....
But see --
Ass. "Oh, look, it's a painting of Blair the day of our wedding, why on earth would she show that to me as if it has anything to do with me or I could even give a shit?" And then his dig about how he's trying to forget her, the mother of three of his children and a woman who has been near death about thirty times because of him? Oh, such a heartthrob. I couldn't care less if he holds his romantic history with Blair in high regard or not because he's just so despicable, but having a little basic decency because of everything she's gone through for him and because she is the mother of his kids is basically the bare minimum. Which, of course, is why we won't see it from Todd.
Allow me to apologize in advance if any of you have this particular unfortunate speech habit, but when James asked Dani about Nate yesterday, he actually said, "Wait, so you sawl him?" Oh, Nic Robuk. Sometimes I do want to give the guy a hug and pinch his cheeks, but I also know that he is, in fact, a trained actor. Do we really need to have a chat with the voice and speech faculty at the USC School of Theatre?
Speaking of things people say that annoy me, I do wish they wouldn't keep flashing back to Natalie's flimsiest justification in history for her mountain of lies. "This wasn't planned!" is a huge soap opera pet peeve of mine (okay, it's one of those half-pet-peeve, half-hilarious-joy dichotomies because it's always so funny to hear the way characters say it with such righteous indignation) -- as if it makes a damn bit of difference. Oh, really? You and Brody didn't sit down in cold sobriety and map out a plan in which you have secret drunken sex, then promptly reunite with your exes who you'd thought had spurned you, and then you turn out to be pregnant, worry that it's Brody's but tell John it's his, then learn it's Brody's and lie to both Brody and John about it? You didn't plan this from the outset? Oh! Okay, then! No biggie! (Oh and I love the way Natalie is now talking her scheme out to her nameless baby, much in the way that Marty talked hers out to the photo of Cole. Way to make your sons unknowingly complicit, ladies!)