Okay, you know what? I am glad to see Laura, and even gladder to hear she might be sticking around for a while. But for the LOVE OF GOD, can Tracy please stop being the romantic whipping boy of Port Charles? Please?
TRACY: I believed him. From the bottom of my soul, I had faith that Luke and I would prove all of you wrong. That our love would outlast all the naysayers. But he didn’t love me. He never did. Nobody ever did.
DILLON: Are you kidding me? I love you. You are the strongest, smartest, bravest woman I have ever known. You are my mom and I love you. I always will.
That Jane Elliot is killing it with this material should go without saying. She is a master at playing both Tracy’s hard outer shell and the vulnerable loneliness it hides. But I am just so deeply bored by yet another story where Tracy’s feelings get thrown in the dumpster because Luke won’t include her on his adventure. Frankly, I lost interest in Luke years ago — right about the time the writing started indulging in endless cynical soliloquies about the torture of having a family that loved him. But I have never actively wanted him to leave before.
Now, though? I’m so done with it, y’all. I’m so done with Tracy getting the rug pulled out from under her. I’m so done with her being publicly humiliated. I’m so done with her waiting in this terrible limbo for a man who has treated her like and afterthought over and over again.
It freaks me out that he looks like he might
actually have evolved from a teenage Scott Clifton
Because it doesn’t matter that he was obviously lying through his teeth during the engagement party break up. What matters is that he has never, ever been able to consistently treat her well. He has only ever loved her on his terms, when it was convenient for him, and tossed her and her feelings aside when it wasn’t.
For all my other recent complaints, this regime has been pretty great about allowing older women to be romantically and sexually viable. So here is my wish: I will sit through a million more embarrassing scenes of Kiki and Morgan pretending to have chemistry if we can just get a single romance for Tracy with a man who actually deserves her. I want her to be the love of someone else’s life! I want her to be pursued for who she is and not what she has, and I want her to have a partner who will put her needs before anything else!
I mean, soaps are supposed to be wish fulfillment, right? After nearly forty years, is it really that much to ask for this woman to get a damn break?
In other news, hey, let’s check out this charming alternate universe in which two cuties spent the morning being all adorably domestic and one of them was definitely not horribly betraying the love of her life for completely selfish, batshit reasons:
Yes, this alternative universe couple that is absolutely not doomed sure is delightful! I’m so glad I can non-ironically enjoy all of their scenes without internally screaming.
I mean, imagine what terrible torture it would be if we finally got the scenes I’ve been wanting for 15 years and they were all tainted by a terrible lie?
HAHAHA. THAT SURE WOULD SUCK.