So I was watching the Paris/Larry King chatfest where PH (that’s what I call her) was going on and on about how traumatic jail was. That’s neither here nor there, but I found it interesting that she was only allowed to have two visitors for thirty minutes two days out of the week. Plus, she had to meet with said visitors behind glass. While I think this is standard in most jails/prisons, I like to contrast this with the Port Charles Jail. PH spends 23 hours in solitary, Jason Morgan spends 23 hours (without handcuffs!) in the interrogation room. Here Jason is free to meet with well…just about anyone and everyone in Port Charles from his computer hacker friend/roommate, his baby mama, and his estranged girlfriend’s producer/would be blackmailer. Oh and Carly, you know when she’s not chasing Jax and/or Sonny around.
The best though was this past Tuesday, when the fine folks at the Port Charles Police Department looked the other way while Jason and Sam had some sort of hours long “discussion” about the state of their relationship. Secrets were revealed, accusations were made, and Jason never looked Sam in the eyes once. Oh and Sam cried. And talked about not being able to have a baby. You know, the usual. Plus she’s still wearing that horrible white outfit. It’s like she was dressed by TLC in their early days, back when they went around wearing condoms and big, floppy hats. Speaking of which, I’d like to go back in a time machine and see more of Sam when she was Angela Monroe, wearing hot pink satin jackets with leopard print sequin bustiers. How awesome was that? It was like she bought all of Sydney Andrews Mancini’s old clothes at a garage sale or something.
