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by
Todd Brown
September 19, 2009
Are there so few enclosed buildings in Genoa City,
Wisconsin, that people actually have to hold wedding
ceremonies in the dining room of the local athletic
club? What the hell is wrong with these people
anyway? If you live in a town where there is only
one place to eat, including your own home, move the
hell away! The entire populace congregates at this
dumb club morning, noon and night for every meal.
Imagine their confusion showing up for their morning
croissant and coffee only to find a wedding was
taking place between Deacon and Amber, two people
they barely know let alone give a damn about. Think
how put out they must have been having to stand
around and wait for a table to open up. God forbid
they go home and eat Cocoa Puffs or something.
You can't tell me that in a town where impromptu
weddings take place on an almost weekly basis that
there's no chapel or church where this wedding could
have been held. Vegas has nothing on Genoa City when
it comes to ill advised and sudden nuptials. There
should be drive by ministers on every street corner.
And what in the hell was Victoria doing at this
wedding anyway? I don't know about you, but whenever
I cheat on my spouse with someone I only just met I
don't make a point of sticking around for their
wedding. But maybe that's just me.
On the other hand, maybe the athletic club's draw is
that it's the only place in town that offers any
entertainment let alone food. I mean, there don't
seem to be any theaters or amusement parks, so the
local denizens have to rely upon prominent citizens
showing up and airing their dirty laundry for the
general public, which was provided this week by
Victoria confessing to her husband she slept with
Deacon. Right after they cleared out the wedding
party, that is, and put the tables back in place so
everyone else could sit down and have their
breakfast. You think maybe a thing like that is
better discussed in the privacy of one's home rather
than in the middle of the dining room where everyone
in town shows up every day?
Am I supposed to find it romantic that Daniel swept
Amber off her feet and dragged her home like a
cave-woman? Am I living in 64 B.C.? This moron even
shut her down when she finally offered to share her
sordid past with him. He said he "Didn't need to
know." What an idiot. The kid's been in jail twice
because some loser she was previously involved with
sent him up the river and he wants to remain
willfully ignorant about whatever other surprises
are liable to jump out of the closet.
How the hell did Ashley know what Nikki's password
was to access her voicemail on her cell phone? It's
not like the two of them were BFF's or anything. She
ran the woman down with her car for God's sake. Yet
she was able to pick up her cell phone off the road
and dial into her voice mail without even being
prompted for a security check. Nikki's voicemail
isn't password protected? I guess that only goes to
prove you have to be a special kind of stupid to be
in love with Victor Newman.
How much longer are we going to be subjected to the
tragedy that defines the life of Lily since the day
she was born? And how in the hell are her problems
any worse than anyone else's in this God forsaken
town? Colleen was kidnapped by a lunatic, dragged
through a forest at gunpoint, and all her family was
worried about was how Lily would react. Meanwhile
Lily was sitting there at home counting her eyebrow
hair like she's got nothing better to do while a man
waited on her hand and foot and could barely take a
break from bringing in all the gifts that people
keep sending her. Oh, but wait, poor Lily might not
be able to have babies. That sure as hell trumps
being held hostage by a gun wielding maniac.
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