On this blog, "the soapbox" is a little different than what you might be used to. No, it's not about politics. Or the soap you clean with. Though that's getting closer... ahem, Procter & Gamble. No, it's about soaps, plural, as in soap operas. I love these things. It's a love that goes back to my childhood, to the days my beloved babysitter (and a good one, btw) turned off Sesame Street for The Young & the Restless, and to the days my grandmother fell asleep on the couch to the spinning intro of As the World Turns while I wrote stories in little paper books my mom had stapled together. Soaps are in my blood.
More on their feminist pros & cons as I go along.
11 years ago
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