Do you care that Lily is going to Mexico where she
may learn how to surf? Do you comprehend how this
surfing skill will aid Lily's career? Doesn't it
take one or two years of regular surfing 1-3 foot
waves off Waikiki before one can hit the 4-6 waves
at Makaha and another few years before the North
Shore? It does. So you see Lily's learning to surf
is merely more bullshit stinking up the room. That
Forrester Creations would request an unknown model
from Wisconsin when there are scores of them around
the Los Angeles corner is more propaganda. Please,
oh please, believe that when Lily told her faux
daddy a few weeks back that she would focus on her
education, that she would only model locally, that
because it's Summer Break, Lily can go to California
to model and risk breaking her neck first in Mexico.
The examples are overwhelming. Want to destroy a
unique fashion magazine's website? Give it "widgets"
and "Restless Amber". Make available for readers the
downloading of music without Record Industry of
America approval. So what if your readers are busted
for stealing? You were too busy at the time putting
together a care package for your at Rapid Aging
Summer Camp son to give much thought to detail.
In a perverse way, I love Genoa City, this place
where we can see what's happening long before it
happens, this place where we know that nobody works,
or stay, together, or find unprecedented, selfless
ways for the betterment of all humanity. This place
where family values are professed and yet children
like Victoria Hellstrom, alive today only because of
her father, can barely stand being in the same barn
with Victor Newman.
It was 2002 when I wrote, "Interrupting the wrath,
Victor said he done what he did to protect his baby
girl from the parasites who would ruin her life just
like the demons who had ruined his son's life and
lurked in an axis just outside the ranch waiting to
terrorize and do ugly things to his family. Over and
over again Victoria smacked herself in the face with
a hardback copy of Satan's Guide to becoming a
Sexless Screeching Piously self-righteous Evildoer
until the battery acid in her veins made her quiver
and bawl. How dare daddy be so presumptuous? If only
an aluminum baseball bat was close by she'd really
teach him a lesson with a few whacks upside the
head. As it was, she settled for an open hand across
his face."
And yet today, asked to co-chair the Charity Ball
which has become a "Newman tradition" despite
Katherine Chancellor having been in charge of it for
years, and the ball itself not something anyone has
actually gone to in at least 8 years, asked when she became so concerned about
tradition, Victoria said since she became a mother!
Oh MFG, here's a charity, the proceeds of which will
be donated to the arts supposedly so that poor
children, destined to become murderers like Jana
Hawkes, can say as adults that their favorite
teacher taught art.
How many times since then has there been multiple
variations of this theme? Victoria loves daddy, she
loves him not. Victoria can't stand that her mother
was hot for her man, or tried to run her life, or
you name it, Victoria hated Nikki. Now, Victoria
loves mommy; she hates seeing mommy dragged down by
another man despite that it was Nikki who would have
let her die, and damn it to hell she didn't croak
and lived to hate daddy again although after
emerging from a coma said how she come to realize
how precious life is.
How many times has Nikki sniveled and bawled over
some man? Who felt sorry for her yesterday when she
said people tried to tell her about David, but in a
rush didn't have time to learn much about him. And
boo friggin' hoo, she almost took a drink so please
cry with Nikki until Victor comes along to save her
again, and marry her again, because we're told these
two were meant for each other and presumably - in
the swill of daytime soap - misery loves company.
