I...He is Just...The Worst. The Worst Squared.
I wouldn't blame you if you glanced at that title and assumed that I was writing about Sonny, because such speechless expressions of hatred are my default when mentioning him, but today, we're looking at the younger generation, and we are looking at them with loathing, mingled with disgust, hoping that someone offscreen is lurking with a shiv, ready to do damage.
Abby: If I wanted to be treated like eye candy, I'd still be stripping at the club.
Michael: Fine. Sorry I took you off the pole.
If I had been eating something at the moment he uttered those words, I would have CHOKED on it and I probably would have DIED, or at least been hospitalized, and my poor parents would have a lifetime of awkwardly explaining to people that General Hospital kills. Disgusting. Not just because it made me become surprisingly protective of Abby and get insulted on her behalf (although that's part of it, because it makes me uncomfortable) but because that is so disgusting and condescending and offensive and GROSS and I find myself looking back on the era of his coma with longing.