Sunday Soap

I am usually no sucker to TV series, especially those with dramatic family scenes. I get quite sick to the guts watching stereotypes. Yet I spent the better half of last Sunday watching one... what more, it was on YouTube. I was searching for something else on YouTube but it dished out some suggested links on another show. I had heard of the show before and just casually clicked on one of the links. Well, one clip led to another and before I knew it, I had watched enough to know the whole story.

The series is about a dysfunctional American family: a recovering drug addict son, a deceased father who had embezzled money from the family business, a gay son, a politician son in-law, and the list goes on. It has all the makings of... an American soap! This particular one has an uncanny way of making you see a little of yourself in some of the characters. Touché!

Alright, Hollywood got me this time. One point for Tinseltown. Infact I am completely smitten by some of the characters in the show. The show in question is Brothers and Sisters.

But this morning it got me thinking. Why are most of us so able to relate to a dysfunctional family? (and that is how Hollywood makes money*). Well, because most of us come from one don't we? Most of us do not live textbook lives and do not have textbook families. A dysfunctional family is really the norm rather than an exception.

(*All things said, it was a rather well done series and deserves some credit)

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