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Yesterday, All My Children made its itunes and Hulu debut.
The show is back, and definitely appealing to a different generation. There’s sex, scandal, and drama, and that’s only in the first half an hour episode! It felt good to “be home in Pine Valley” again, and I definitely got teary eyed as soon as I hit play. I didn’t realize how much I missed the soap until I saw it in front of me.
You see, soap opera fans are a rare breed of special. They get drawn in to illogical storylines. They are emotionally attached to characters. They will fight you to the death if you mix up story lines about the relationship between a character and her long-lost-sister’s mother’s boyfriend’s cousin’s dog’s owner.
Soap fans take a sort of comfort in the illogical. Everyday, for a short period of time, they’re able to put their lives on hold and submerse themselves in whatever show is their choosing. (Do NOT tell a soap fan All My Children and One Life to Live, for example, are the same thing. You might as well end your relationship with said soap fan there.) Soaps are an escape from the mundane, and no matter how silly or nonsensical the storylines may be (how many times can people be brought back from the dead before being considered a zombie?), the life of a soap opera character is ultimately way worse than the life of a soap fan. There’s an odd sort of comfort in knowing that your life is way better than someone else’s, even if that someone else isn’t real.
Being a soap fan isn’t a simple activity that happens when you watch television during your lunch break. It’s a way of life that, much like a cult, is difficult to leave and nearly impossible to forget about.
The return of All My Children had its flaws (Petey, we get that watching tv on the internet is The Next Big Thing. We’re here, aren’t we?), but it also had something AMC fans have been waiting for for almost two years: answers. “That fateful night five years ago” was hinted at throughout yesterday’s show, and I suspect we’ll at least know who JR shot by June. (It’s still a soap, people, not a miracle worker….unless we’re talking about the holiday season and Father Clarence. That’s another post entirely.) AMC brought back familiar faces, families we grew up loving, and new faces to grow to know and love or hate.
I’m so excited to love All My Children for another 41 years.