Days of Our Lives, I respect myself too much to continue our relationship.

I was a Days of Our Lives fangirl. I loved it, looked forward to it, and socialized with people specifically on the topic. Days made me happy. I called it a guilty pleasure but never actually felt guilty about loving it. Not anymore.

Recently I stopped feeling entertained and started to feel insulted. Yes, by a TV show, I felt insulted.

I felt like I was squirming in an uncomfortable chair in a car dealership while NBC up-sold the value of Good Cop over Bag Guy. No matter how unconvincing the arguments, the sellers spoke loudly and ignored all my pleas for reason and canon.

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Guilty Pleasure: Days of our Lives

Days of our Lives, DOOL or simply DAYS to those in the know, is a daytime soap opera and it’s my favorite. I love and hate it. But that love is more like addiction and I hate it in a happy way. Days has been on the air for about 47 years but I’ve only been watching it for about three years. Whenever I tell anyone I watch Days of our Lives they fist wonder how –I DVR it and watch in the evenings—, then they wonder if So-and-So is still doing Such-and-Such. Usually the answer is Yes. I have

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