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Fashion/Style
by
Liza Van Horne
July 29, 2008
Oh ho ho, dear readers, I'll bet you thought that
after the weekend, I'd have simmered down about the
ridiculous "gala", didn't you? Well, guess again.
I'm not done. I have still more bile to expunge from
my delicate system.
You know, my poor disappointed darlings, I have
never received as much email from any one column in
the past as I did this one. And I think you know
why. We as an audience felt collectively let down,
cheated, and led down the primrose path only to find
it strewn with feces and buzzing flies.
For example, one reader writes:
Hey Liza,
I just read your recap of the fashion at the Y&R
"gala" and wanted to say Thank You! I was beginning
to think I was alone in thinking that the clothes
were completely un-gala-like. I was expecting a
sumptuous affair, not the low-budget travesty we
were shown.
Cheers,
Cheryl
Another reader by the nickname of "Wolfy" comments:
I tuned in expecting to see the class and glamor
that had been shown on programs past (loved the
Masquerade Ball Katherine and Rex Sterling gave
years ago when another David was a killer amongst
the party-goers), but was sorely disappointed at
what I saw. And I was positive I had seen the dress
Phyllis had worn before as well, so thank you for
confirming what I wasn't quite sure about in your
post.
You know, Powers That Be, if you happen to have some
pimple-faced intern reading our humble web site,
please note that at this stage in the game you have
a huge segment of the audience who have been
following your show for decades. We know what to
expect based upon the high production values of the
past; we're eager to see holiday parties and lavish
balls and other entertainingly decadent affairs.
Nobody's asking you to return to the days of Brenda
Dickson and her shoulder pads; we're not expecting
to see Jess Walton's "Jill" slither into her office
in a bedazzled evening gown like her predecessor did
during the eighties. But for chrissakes, could you
maybe throw us a bone and deliver what you promised?
Lean in closer and pay attention: A GALA, by
definition, indicates GOWNS and TUXEDOS. Not to
mention a sweeping dance floor and candlelit meal
with beautiful decor, which - more than one reader
agrees with me -was bewilderingly absent:
And I, too, was expecting some kind of sit-down
dinner considering Sabrina and Victoria were
allegedly fighting over things such as place
settings, napkins and the like and Katherine called
them on that very thing. All I saw people eating
were carrots and celery... While I wasn't thinking
Beluga caviar with sour cream on special wafers made
by Wolfgang Puck or quite that elegant, I was
expecting more than pizza poppers and chips with dip
(and was the dip served in plastic containers? And
did Daniel double-dip that carrot? Sure looked like
it!).
Porniel may have been double-dipping his carrots,
but Kay was giving hers a hand job! I mean, come on.
Where were the classic moments where one character
confronts another, hissing invectives and making
threats through clenched teeth? All we got was a
lackluster PMS Phyllis with an Abba-costumed whiny
Amber up in her face. Pffft.
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