I've been watching soap operas lately. A sign of the aging process, maybe, but maybe also a
symbol of a mature form of detachment. Rather than relish in the ill fate of some colleague,
associate, sister or brother why not relish in the trangressions of a totaly fictitious charachter.
Oldest trick since the beginning of time! But now it's better because I have cable and I can
recordthem and fast forward throughthe commerciALS!! Which is deliciously gratifying
somehow. My favorite soap is ABC 's One life to Live. Their characters seem to be
therapeutically working the script and milking it for all it's worth. While helping a family
member recover from an illness or just doing the housekeeping a favorite soap can be priceless.
So how does that work, for keping the peace.
