The Soporific & the Hypocritical
Oh good! Steffy and Hope are at each other's throats about Liam again. Santa Claus really does exist, and he gave me JUST WHAT I WANTED.
And I mean really, why should 2012 go out any differently from how it came in? My DVR description for tomorrow's episode tells me that Steffy and Hope continue to fight about Liam, so that seems a perfectly fitting way to spend the final 18 minutes that B&B has in the entire year. The year in which they said goodbye to two of the four leads who have been with the show since the very beginning, twenty-five years ago.
Hope's decided to fight for Liam with a little more fire this time, but who the hell cares? Oh and Steffy's had a complete turnaround. Remember how when Liam was with Hope and Hope would get jealous or upset about the time he spent with Steffy, and how according to Steffy that made Hope uptight and clingy and possessive and childish and controlling and unable to let Liam be "free?" Yeah. Actually, Steffy just made a beeline for Hope's house to tell her to back off of her man and that she needs to respect Steffy and Liam's relationship.
You know, like one should do. One should respect other people's relationships. I mean as long as "one" isn't Steffy, who kissed and professed her undying love to and "cha cha cha-ed" at Liam every chance she got while he was with Hope. (Which cycles it all back around to: Why the hell does Hope want that douchenozzle back??)
Well, apparently she's not taking it lying down this time, or some shit. Or something about how she's a new woman and how Steffy can't threaten her anymore. Or something. And something something something.
Wow. Just when I started feeling a little bit less hatred for these people, here we go again. AND AGAIN, AND AGAIN.
How did they give us such a beautiful and heartbreaking episode yesterday (note to John McCook: EMMY REEL!!), and then offer up this tripe today? I am seriously losing my holiday spirit.
There's a silver lining. Now that Katie's PPD is miraculously out the window overnight (thanks to her shrink who considers doctor-patient confidentiality a quaint triviality that's more of a suggestion than a rule on which an entire profession hangs in the balance, because yay soaps), they're glamming her all out with the makeup and the cascading 1980's long soapy waves.
Yeah. New mother right there. Superhuman, that one. Or well-staffed.
Whatever she's having, I want to over-indulge in it on New Year's Eve please!
And finally, as this is likely the final B&B-only post of 2012, I want to thank all of you who've been stopping by this year! We're a little ABC-soap-centric here at Serial Drama so it means a lot that you've kept checking in and joined in the crying over Stephanie and the railing over the triangle that never ends and the laughing at Bill's smugness and the warm fuzzies over Pam's sweet vulnerability and all the rest. Your visits and your insightful and funny and heartfelt comments have been so appreciated. Happy happy happy new year!