Haha, the play-on-words here was completely accidental, I promise.
Basically, As the World Turns-- one of my all-time favorite shows--ended earlier this week. Now, it was bittersweet, of course. That show's been running for over fifty years. I remember watching it with my mom when I was growing up. Thus, I cried. I wailed. I threw myself against walls in a futile attempt to regain composure. My misery had more to do with how the show ended, honestly, than the actual fact of its ending.
Heard of Luke and Noah?
Of course you have...
Oh, wait. You haven't?
Oh. Oh, dear. Nuke, as the fans have reverted to calling them over the course of three years, were the first gay couple on daytime television. And over the three years of their relationship, they basically went through shit. Psychotic fathers, Luke getting paralyzed, Noah marrying a refugee from Iraq, Noah signing up for the army, Luke cheating during an election and nearly losing Noah, Noah getting blind, and the inevitable final break-up of NUKE, leading to Luke falling in love with Noah's ophthalmologist, Reid (LuRe, anyone?) Sounds like typical soap opera occurrences, right?
Yeah, pretty much.
The thing that makes it different is the fact that, even after all that Nuke went through, and even LuRe, the writers STILL had the guts to kill off Reid, who Luke was so crazy in love with, along with many fans.
Someone...please tell me what the fuck that's about.
I'm disgusted that, after all that us fans personally have been through, the writers would just toss us aside like that. Fucking disgusted as hell.
For the record, P&G suck balls.
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