Martha Nochimson

About two years ago, at a dinner party, with my husband to my left, I
was surprised when I turned to my right to find Nancy Ford, the woman
responsible for getting me my first job on a major network television
soap opera. I hadn't seen Nancy in more than 25 years. I first
encountered her after she had read a sample script, based on the plots
and characters of [Ryan's Hope]{.underline}, that I wrote for a Writer's
Guild workshop intended to introduce new writers to the genre. She was a
staff writer for the show, and graciously called me to say that if I
hurried and revised it I might be able to get her job. She was about to
be fired.   (Well, that's a lot more than gracious, isn't it?) She then
gave me editorial advice and I sent the rewritten script to Joe Hardy,
the then new Executive Producer. Within four days Joe summoned me to his
office and gave me two jobs, one as a script writer and one as a
consultant to the then new Head Writer of [Ryan's Hope]{.underline}, Pat
Falken Smith. Pat had been the head Writer of [General
Hospital]{.underline} when Laura famously ditched bourgeois
respectability and materialism to run away with Luke, thereby
catapulting American soap opera to new fame, fortune, and, as I
contended in my book [No End to Her: Soap Opera and the]{.underline}
[Female Subject]{.underline} (1992-3), a new and exciting feminist
narrative identity. As we reminisced, Nancy said, "There are no soap
operas anymore." True, that. What passes for soap opera today is only
worth talking about in appreciation of "the way we were."   Soap opera
has yet another new identity, probably its last, as one of the walking
dead.

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Nowadays, no soap producer would read an unsolicited sample script, let
alone hire as a consultant a woman who had never before written for
television because she had a tantalizing Ph. D. It's a very closed,
indeed airless, shop these days, mostly because there are only four
American soaps left, out of a field of a dozen and more, so jobs are few
and far between.   But much more important, what jobs there are, though
they pull down handsome Writer's Guild salaries, are otherwise thankless
and dreary. The reckless exhilaration of soap opera in its heyday,
roughly between 1978 and 1994, when the networks were still ignoring it
as a contemptible women's medium, nothing more than a "cash cow," was
filled with a feminism introduced to the genre on [General
Hospital]{.underline} full throttle, albeit inadvertently, under Pat's
bizarre, but serendipitous stewardship. The fate of [General
Hospital]{.underline} is exemplary of what has happened to the genre.

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Pat Smith had been a casualty of the sexism that tyrannized Hollywood in
the 1940's. Working with her on [Ryan's Hope]{.underline}, as her
"consultant," I could see that she was a truly talented, ambitious
woman, embittered by being forced to know her place, two steps behind
the male writers. She was a churning vat of unacknowledged anger which
led her to be exploitative and paranoid about other women in the
business. (She was sure that Joe Hardy has planted me to assist her so
that I could take over her job in due course. ) I hated working with
her. But she knew how to write for the soaps, and earlier, in the case
of [General Hospital]{.underline}, she had blindly channeled her rage
into the story she had inherited from her predecessor as Head Writer,
Doug Marland, about Laura Vining (Genie Francis), a 14 year old girl who
was sexually abused by David Hamilton (Jerry Ayres). Hamilton, having
pursued Laura's mother in vain, thought he could have his way with a
defenseless girl. Instead of collapsing into a heap to make herself
ready to be rescued, Laura defended herself with a fireplace poker and
killed her attacker. Marland's story initiated a three decade narrative
about Laura; Pat contributed the part of Laura's arc about the collapse
of Laura's first marriage at the age of 16 or 17. Having suffered at
Hamilton's hands, Laura thought Scotty Baldwin (Kin Shriner), a
handsome, aspiring lawyer from one of the town's leading families---the
focus of her puppy love--would make her dreams come true, and against
her mother's advice, refused to wait until she was a little older to
exchange vows with him.

Under Pat's fine hand, Laura's happy ending became a disastrously wrong
turn, when her ideal, chivalrous lover became her nightmarish
domineering husband, who wanted to lock adventurous Laura in a doll's
house. As events transpired, Laura ran away with town bad boy, Luke
Spencer (Tony Geary), a low level gangster, when he begged her to save
his life from his vengeful mob boss.   The story was Laura's, as
unexpected rescuer and seeker. She was trying to find her own life, as
much as she was trying to shield Luke's.

Pat's confused anger was manifest in Laura's rejection of convention,
but there was another twist to this precedent setting story; it was
connected with a rape that made Laura's pivot toward Luke and away from
Scotty both ambiguous and ambivalent as far as my claims about the
structural tendency in soap opera toward feminism. Before the great
escape, Laura's relationship with Luke had grown as a result of her
decision, against Scotty's wishes, to take a job in Luke's night club.
Scotty didn't see why a married woman should work. Laura's rebellion led
directly to her freedom from Scotty, but this arc walked her through the
minefields of long established conventions that where female freedom
went, sexual depravity followed. Laura's proximity to Luke fanned his
lust for her and when there came a night that he learned he was being
set up by his mob boss to be killed, he decided that he would not die
without consummating his passion for Laura and took her by force.

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At this point, Pat cemented [General Hospital's]{.underline} place as a
venue for dealing with sexual violence against women. The show resisted
the long tradition that women like Laura get what they are asking for.
It depicted the rape in brutal terms. Luke was clearly forcing himself
on a terrified, unwilling young girl, suddenly the victim of a man she
thought was her friend. Because eventually Luke and Laura became a
couple, many feminists were enraged about what they decried as a "love
your rapist" story. And from an abstract position, it is possible to see
their point. He did rape her; she did come to love him. But such a
reading completely ignores the way the story was played out over many
months as a tale of profound atonement and earned redemption. Only after
Luke understood what he had done and begged for her forgiveness did they
become consentual lovers.

It seemed to me then---and does now--that the problem of misguided male
entitlement was confronted very well, well enough to make
[General]{.underline} [Hospital]{.underline} the forerunner of a trend
in soap opera toward the most forthright presentation of sexual violence
against women in the pop culture of the time. There was never a question
of "boys will be boys." And unlike in the widely touted feminist film
[Thelma and Louise]{.underline} (1991), in which after a rape Thelma
(Geena Davis) was almost immediately able to bounce into J. D's (Brad
Pitt) bed, Laura was traumatized about sexuality for a long time after
the incident. The narration of female PTSD and male shame in the
aftermath of rape strikes me as feminist in many important ways. But no
matter how one construes the rape and subsequent romance, the crucial
point here is that story was always Laura's, a story of a girl's
encounter with oppression; a girl's battle for freedom and the right to
her own desires. Maybe it was the first such story on television.
Certainly, this did not come about because Pat was a feminist---she was
openly derisive of feminism---but for a better reason. The endless
structure of soap opera was made for feminist narrative, and tended in
those days, to inspire the writers toward stories that were feminist in
character even if that was not necessarily an intended theme.

As many feminists have noted, closure has traditionally been the moment
in popular culture when the most high flying of women have their wings
clipped, but soaps don't have closure. In fact, closure is the enemy of
the soaps which, in order to survive, require situations that flow---and
flow. The bringers of solutions and control, that is to say the heroes
in popular culture and certainly on night time TV, are the villains on
the soaps. Control, valorized in most mainstream entertainment, is
transformed into domination and threat on soap opera. They are the main
threats to an endless story. For the purposes of soap opera, the ideal
characters have always implicitly been rebellious girls/women and bad
boys/men, or at least men who have been hurt by society, in many cases
quite literally by fathers and patriarchy. The Luke and Laura story made
this narrative tendency explicit. Many stories of exploited girls and
men who learned from (or were saved by) them followed.   Documenting
this narrative tendency in daytime drama when I wrote [No End to
Her]{.underline}, I naively concluded that soap opera would always, by
its structural nature, be feminist, because I couldn't conceive of the
perversity of going against the form in a way that would destroy it. It
was a money maker, and wildly popular. Who would want to kill THAT? I
underestimated the perversity of sexism in America.

Around the mid-90's, as soap opera gained a kind of legitimacy, fostered
in great part by the work of academics like me, the network officials,
who had showered the genre with contempt, began to take an interest.
While they were simply raking in the cash, and mocking their little gold
mines, the structure-driven feminism of the soaps proceeded unimpeded.
As soon as the networks gained a modicum of respect for the genre, they
began to actively oversee plot development and forced sexist values onto
daytime, bloating the significance of the "bad boy" until he began to
eclipse the importance of the rebellious girl. This trend had
catastrophic effect on both [General Hospital]{.underline} and the
genre. When Laura chose Luke and freedom over Scotty and stifling middle
class security---apologies to all who still retain anger about the rape
story-- the soaps were born again. However, when Luke became more
important than Laura on [General]{.underline} [Hospital]{.underline}, as
he did, soap opera began to die.

Luke's ascendance introduced an endless story that had ceased to depend
on the ongoing struggles of women and girls within the clutches of
patriarchy, and began to foreground the bad boy's unending cycle of
crime and regret. Laura was dispensed with, driven to madness by guilt
about---well, it was never clear exactly what she was guilty about--and
the soap opera that had turned the genre toward support of female
autonomy sounded a sinister note by espousing the old cliché of
administering punishment to the too headstrong girl. Laura was packed
off to a sanitarium, while Luke increasingly became the [General
Hospital]{.underline} strong man, moving fitfully into and out of
collusion with the gangster characters who had gained traction on the
show.   Yes, gangsters. At the same time that Laura's story became
Luke's---Pat was now long gone from the show--in a turn of events that
was equally predictive of the future of the genre, Sonny Corinthos
(Maurice Bernard), who had been the show's main villain---we had seen
him hustle young girls into the sex trade, and use murder and extortion
to promote his businesses---began a process of morphing into a bad boy
hero.

The pattern began to take hold. On another soap opera, [One Life to
Live]{.underline}, previously focused on the ramifications of the sexual
abuse by her father of the main character, Viki Lord (Erika Slezak),
Todd Manning, a rapist, liar, and petty crook, usurped the stories of
the women he was paired with. Luke, Todd, and Sonny were the first in a
tidal wave on soap opera of what I like to call the reign of "The
Contrite Thug," constructed very much in the mold of the classical
abuser. They went through cycles of abusive/criminal behavior followed
by periods of self-disgust, high octane pleas for forgiveness, and
never-to-be-kept promises to reform. Did anyone plan to romanticize
abuse? No. It was the result of intrusive network officials. Damn the
nature of the genre (of which they were and remain oblivious); they
liked boys' stories.

Soap opera has been slowly but relentlessly abandoned by the majority of
the millions of women who used to avidly await each new episode, to see
what nothing else on American television, at the time, would give them:
her story, taken seriously. But despite the subsequent catastrophic drop
in ratings, the networks have not re-evaluated. The dominion of The
Contrite Thug continues. Yes, of course, the lowered ratings can be
attributed to the fact that so many women are now working outside of the
home, but technology has made it possible to see one's favorite shows at
any convenient time, and indications are that a very few women are
taking advantage of that. It is also true that women are now being
spotlighted now on night time TV, as had not been the case, but loyalty
to the daytime soaps would have prompted old time aficienados to find
ways to see their favorite shows, if there was anything left to draw
them to do so. There is not.

I cannot prove without a doubt that the primary reason that only a
paltry million viewers, at most, still watch the four remaining soaps is
that Thugs have usurped them. But since that is the big change within
the genre, it seems likely. Women notoriously are willing to watch
stories about men to whom they play second fiddle, but the Contrite
Thugs lack appeal for the majority of old school soap fans. Soap opera,
once the bastion of morality, ethics, and rigorous consequences for bad
behavior, as well as of women's stories, have been polluted by crime,
immorality, and unethical behavior by men who are consumed with the
desire to assert their macho control. That desire poses major problems
for an endless story, and soap writers have had to figure out ways to
keep the continued criminality of the Contrite Thugs from landing them
in jail, and therefore useless to the show. This has meant almost
laughably inane "violence interuptus." For a while, mob boss Sonny
Corinthos, who has never served time for his crimes, was repeatedly
shown pointing a gun at someone's head and just before pulling the
trigger renegging. "But if you ever do that again......." Cue an eye
roll. It has also resulted in the articulation of reprehensible excuses
for double dealing and racketeering, even for murder, mostly by the
women characters whose stories have been taken away, and a reprehensible
lenience of judges toward men like Sonny.

Thank God, that this is television and not real life. Imagine what
America would be like if in reality known crooks and abusers were put
into power positions while constantly being forgiven their crimes under
the adoring eyes of indulgent, marginalized women, despite the obvious
fact that their endless reprieves from the consequences of their actions
are mere prologues to worse lawlessness.

 

**Martha P. Nochimson's **26 year career as a University Professor of
film and literature is only part of her story. In addition to the
pleasure she has taken at being in the classroom at Mercy College and
the Tisch School of the Arts at New York University, she has worked as
an editor for Cineaste magazine, written for American television, and
has had the privilege of being in long running conversations with both
David Lynch (25 years and counting) and David Chase (ten years and
counting).  She has published six books and is about to start work on
Inner Tube:  Television Beyond Formula for the University of Texas
Press.


About two years ago, at a dinner party, with my husband to my left, I was surprised when I turned to my right to find Nancy Ford, the woman responsible for getting me my first job on a major network television soap opera. I hadn’t seen Nancy in more than 25 years.

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