Growing up, I loved soap operas. I mean, LOVED. From the time I was around 4 or 5, I would stop whatever I was doing at noon so that I could watch All My Children with The Mama (yes, yes, that was probably too little to be all up in Erica Kane's shenanigans, but whatever. I turned out fine. Mostly.) For those of you not old enough to remember, in the 80s, soap operas were the BOMB. They had location shoots, and people were always being blown up on jet skis, and thrown down wells so that their...
Published on September 18, 2009 07:01