THE MAD GIRLS CLUB
So they say that once you’ve hung around the same women for a while, you all start to PMS at the same time. It could make for a dangerous situation for the male population…or at least that’s what my son and husband tell me. Come to think of it, I think it was the most repeated phrase of the lone male teacher (the gym teacher) at the very first school where I worked. LOL.
It’s like The Mad Girls Club.
It seems that’s the case for the women in Port Charles, as well. All the women we saw today were pissed off at someone or something, and it made for a different, if not exactly interesting, hour of daytime television. *sigh* I don’t watch The Bad Girls Club, but I stayed tuned in for Thursday’s Mad Girls Club, because I am hoping (and praying) that all of this anger and frustration will lead to some story lines we can truly get invested in again. I am keeping tmy fingers crossed that the warmer weather will make for some hot story lines and some steamy scenes soon, because honestly, I can’t even remember tow people on GH even made out, much less made love! You’d think GH was airing on the Gospel Channel. -_______-
The first of our Mad Girls, is really the maddest of them all, in more ways than one. Carly is always walking around half-cocked, and after she walked in and kneed Johnny, she apparently wants him walking around half-cocked, too! (Though a little more literally, *cough, cough*) Carly wanted to hear from Johnny after all. She needed to hear from him how he could hurt her that way. How he could be so careless with her emotions. Carly needed answers, but I can guarantee you that the answers she got were not the answers she would have ever expected! Carly thought Johnny was trying to BS his way out of what he did, until she heard the letters D.I.D. That positively stopped her in her tracks, and gave us all a rare moment of silence. I loved that Carly was completely stumped by what Johnny was telling her, because it totally took apart all the reasons she thinks she has for hating Kate Howard. What Carly will do with that information remains to be seen, but I can’t really imagine Carly searching for compassion among all of those feelings she’s got going on. She is, after all, my vote for President of The Mad Girls Club.
Starr Manning should not be back in Port Charles. Why her family back in Llanview didn’t do more to keep her there is beyond me. Starr is grieving, out of control, and acting stupidly. Yes, all of the prerequisites for being part of The Mad Girls Club. I am not sure if Max and Milo and all of the other paid bodyguards Jason and Sonny are always referring to were at an Organized Crime Convention, or if they all get the same hour off for dinner, but it just makes no sense to me that someone with a gun would be able to walk into “Sonny’s Su Casa” (as Sam so adorably called it during her Dominoes and Tequila party in ’05) , and then walk out with Sonny being held at gunpoint. And I’m sorry, I know Sonny has issues with men who hit women, but are you telling me that in all of the years Sonny has been the head of a crime family, and after being raised in rough and tumble Bensonhurst, Sonny wouldn’t know how to get that gun out of Starr’s shaky grip, being that he thinks she’s just a “little girl”. Now something tells me that Starr is about to take Sonny on A Drive Down Memory Lane. Someone should tell her that we usually do that on Sundays around here.
To be fair, if Carly gets my vote for President of The Mad Girls Club, Delores certainly gets my vote for vice-president. Since her arrival on the PC scene, she has been carrying around a chip on her shoulder, and has had more than enough attitude to go around. Mad Girl, indeed. Now Delores turned all of that anger on Dante, who kinda deserved it. Dante let his file clerk wife convince him that Padilla was the one who deleted the evidence pics off of his computer, and basically gave Ronnie exactly what he needed to set up her husband. Now that Ronnie turned the tables on Dante, Dante was in need of Delores’ help, because let’s face it – not one of those cops looked very willing to help Dante. I guess Delores’ desperation to clear her husband’s name overpowered her resentment towards Dante, because she finally gave in and let him out. Mad as she is, Delores seems to be just a little misunderstood…and well deserving of a few heartfelt apologies.
Lulu earns her place in The Mad Girls Club for finally being mad enough to make some noise, but damn it, I am not convinced that she has earned her way into the PI Club AT ALL. I mean, why wasn’t Lulu making all that ruckus while Ronnie was over at the PCPD and she was there alone? Or while McBain had his head halfway in the motel room? She may not have known he was a cop, but he was a human being with enough balls to give Ronnie a hard time. Surely it had to occur to her that if she made noise while he had the door open, it might have worked to her advantage, no? Now poor Sam will be dragged into this mess, which McBain has already been dragged into, and that makes me eligible to be part of The Mad Girls Club!
Our Sam surely didn’t start out as a member of The Mad Girls Club. In fact, she was really quite the opposite. I thought Sam was feeling very reflective about what had just happened between her and Jason, and in true Sam McCall-Morgan form, she took full responsibility for her role in what’s going on between her and Jason. She admitted that she should have turned to him, even if it was hard, and she did the one thing I have always loved and respected her for most: she refused to play the victim. If I must endure these all-too-often run-ins with John, I am grateful for one thing: Their scenes, so far, have not felt romantic in nature to me, and I really do appreciate that. It doesn’t mean that there isn’t a chemistry between them, because obviously, there is an ease and a trust between Kelly and Michael as actors that comes through. In fact, their dialog felt so respectful of the fact that they each love other people, that I found myself relaxing a bit as I saw Sam enjoying something that the writers haven’t given her enough of, in my opinion. That’s friendship. A friendship that’s all hers. John is Sam’s (insta)friend, whether it seems impossible to wrap our brains around or not. He is for Sam, he defends her, he takes her side first, and cares about her feelings only. Just like Carly, Robin, Liz, Sonny, and Spin do for Jason. It was high time Sam got just a little of the same! Sam has a lot going on, and she has a lot to think about and process. I was glad for her that she actually had a few moments of lightness and laughter in between. I hate to admit it, but I even thought the cheese snacks thing was cute. Unfortunately, those were probably the last smiles to grace Sam’s face for a while, as her impatience for Ronnie’s handling of what might be a “situation” in that room placed her and her baby in harm’s way.
Ronnie better pray that John puts him out of his misery quickly. I happen to remember Jason shoving his big, shiny gun in Ronnie’s face over Sam’s safety once already. That’s something you don’t ever want to force Jason to do twice. Especially when it comes to The Love of His Life!
Have a great weekend!
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