I loved watching All My Children during my teenage years. It was amazing. The betrayal! The drama! The angst! Characters never actually died. The show’s writers would make it seem like that fiery car crash had destroyed them, but they’d resurrect a year or so later. Characters we swore were only children would end up with a long-lost twin. Husbands cheated on their wives. Wives cheated on their husbands. Erica Kane, AMC’s iconic character, was married 10 (or was it 12?) times.
No matter what happened on the show, watching it was a great escape from reality. Speaking of reality, reality TV shows have been taking the place of soap operas for some time now. But I’d still rather watch a traditional soap opera than a show like Jersey Shore or 16 and Pregnant. At least there’s the reassurance that a soap opera is all fictional.