

Greys Anatomy: Another famous daytime soap was centered around a hospital and even after 14 seasons, Greys offers no shortage of implausible plot twists. Let’s take a look at some top soaps to hit the small screen in the past few years:

Let’s just say if you’re a fan of big-build-up-make-out scenes, dramatic murderous twists and generation spanning family feuds, this is a pretty good time to be tuning into TV. The good news is that even if you haven’t turned on Days of Our Lives recently to see whether or not Marlena is possessed again (She’s not, I checked), you still have plenty of opportunity to view some contemporary soaps. Optional: Sometimes with the same characters entering and exiting due to amnesia, faked deaths and separated and birth twins

I continued to tune in from my dorm room and college digs occasionally until life got in the way and watching mid day soaps while lounging in my juicy tracksuits were a thing of the past.īut while my time in Harmony was relatively short, I can safely say that my time with soaps was not. You may have heard of her, Princess Diana?ĭaytime soaps have always been known for extreme storylines, overly dramatic dialogues and those loooong awkward pauses, but when Passions hit the screen in the late 90’s, it was a whole new kind of awfulsome (That’s a mix between awful and awesome, obviously). For nearly 10 years, we were introduced to storylines involving an orangutan nurse name Precious, a talking doll who drank martinis and only spoke in third person, and our leading lady, Sheridan Crane, who is still haunted by the untimely death of her BFF. Since I had a bit of time between sleeping in, reading my Delias catalog and putting on my blue eyeshadow before work, I discovered a new midday form of entertainment The brand new soap opera Passions launched that July.Īt 2:00, I transported from Eugene, OR to the fictitious setting of Harmony, a town complete with your standard daytime drama and a few…well, unexpected deviations from the typical soap opera narrative. My shifts at the local 50’s diner usually started around 4pm, where I rocked a bow tie and made constant change so that families could put a never ending run of quarters in the jukebox to play Rockin’ Robin for hours and hours (That song still haunts me by the way – Tweet-tweet-tweet). In 1999, I was a Senior in High School and admittedly had a bit too much time on my hands.
