I love Erica Kane. The heroine of daytime tv drama All My Children is the She-ra of soap operas (or she-wolf, depending on the story arc). Her character resume includes teenage rape victim, new york model, cosmetics empress and bride (at least a dozen times). Yesterday, Erica went where no daytime tv heroine had gone before - she became the mother of a lesbian bride!
Perhaps you're not a fan of soaps, and thus, not impressed. TV soaps were pushing the censorship envelope way before HBO and Showtime jumped on the bandwagon. Indeed, in a genre that has made its living off of disregarding social mores, a lesbian wedding was almost to be expected.
Focus on the Family wasn't impressed, either. The organization voiced its displeasure with the idea of a network introducing such programming into U.S. homes. The nerve of ABC!
Wait. Have they seen daytime television in the last 30 years?! Soaps would be scrambling for content without the adultery, lying, fornication, assaults, incest, murders, witchcraft, and did I mention SEX, that has become standard fare. Bianca's wedding could easily have been the most decent 60 minutes of daytime TV this decade.
Neil G. Giuliano of GLAAD is right. A lesbian wedding is reality. It is my reality. Probably not the mother of the bride part, on either side, but definitely the commitment, the excitement, the planning, and the sheer joy of a day when you covenant to share your life with your one true love.
And as a lesbian in desperate anticipation of her own nuptials (416 days!), the timing couldn't have been better. That e-mail forwarding father of mine is also a card-carrying All My Children fan. I think my next email will go something like this:
"Dear Daddy,
You and Erica Kane have an awful lot in common..."
Hopeless
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