I have been a faithful viewer of General Hospital and other select programming on your station for many years. As a loyal viewer, I have grown accustomed to what I thought was now a standard in television entertainment--the disclaimer at the beginning of a show that it may contain material that some would deem objectionable, offensive or otherwise difficult to watch.
You can imagine my surprise, then, when I sat down to watch today's episode of General Hospital, and without the benefit of such a cautionary disclaimer, was horrified by the sight of this on my television screen:
It all started out innocently enough: Maya, Ethan and Johnny gathered at Jake's, a place that we General Hospital viewers have grown to associate with all that is good in the world--liquor, frivolity, laughter, karaoke, Coleman. In other words this is our happy place. Sure, Maya's a buzz kill on a good day, but we've learned to overlook her, especially when we now know that wherever Ethan and Johnny are, wacky hijacks are bound to ensue. Even when Johnny left, I figured we'd have a minute or two of tedious Mayan flirting, which would afford me plenty of time to grab the laundry out of the dryer, and then be back in time for, say, smores at Windamere or Lisa giving Patrick the crazy eye. Now this doesn't look like an image that is about to take a very, very ugly turn, does it ABC?
Oh, but an ugly turn it did. It's all a little hazy as I cope with the post-traumatic stress, but I seem to recall Maya ordering Ethan to dance with her. Music started to play. Strange Enya-like music. And they started moving. In slow motion. My God, mothers watch this show. Children could have been present.
I've flushed my eyes out with cold water and popped a Xanax, but what about the damage on the inside, ABC? I implore you to rethink your broadcasting standards and, at the very least, warn your viewing audience before airing such graphic material of a couple with no chemistry murdering our timeless arts of song and dance.
Losing my dinner,