One Good Thing About Wednesday
Wednesday's episode of One Life to Live is barely worth talking about, unless anyone is dying to read my delirious rants about how boring James and Starr and Deanna and Baz and Nate and Rick the Porn Guy (OH MY GOD JUST HIRE SOMEONE FOR YOUR PORN) are, or how not cool I am with this lame "Destiny's preggers!" storyline, or how excruciating the dewy-eyed "maybe I love you!" scenes between Ford and Jessica were (I do not care a lick if this show gives us a credible version of D.I.D., but I do care if they give us a version that actually sticks to its own rules, and they cannot keep vacillating back and forth between "Jess lets her alters out on purpose!" and "Poor Jess can't help it!" as well as the waffling between "Tess is just a more passionate version of Jess and we should all try to understand her!" and "Tess is a murderous vengeance-seeking sadist!"). And the last thing anyone wants to do is read some diatribe about how revolting it was to sit there and watch Todd, a rapist (and depending on which Todd is which, possibly a one-time rapist and possibly more), essentially coming out and saying that his wife is obligated to sexually service him upon request as it is her duty. I know I wasn't the only one screaming "PLEASE BE FAKE TODD PLEASE BE FAKE TODD PLEASE BE FAKE TODD" at my screen because I just cannot reconcile the character of Todd (that we watched for so many years and alternately hated and pitied and rooted for and against) who lived with such shame and self-disgust that the words "sexual dysfunction" don't even begin to describe his relationship with the sex act with... this guy. Seriously, I watched those scenes with a knot tying tighter and tighter in the pit of my stomach because of -- and kudos to both Florencia Lozano and Trevor St. John for this --the revulsion combined with the strange relief that the possibility of "but this is not that man" brings to the viewing experience. Oof. (Damn, Daytime Television Program, if you wanted to make my skin crawl, mission accomplished!)
None of that is especially fun to think about, is it? So I leave you with the one bright spot: Vivian (despite being dusted off to be inserted into the very unfortunate and regrettable Destiny's-pregnancy storyline) looked hot.