Listen, Winsor. I'm sorry you've had no screen time lately except to disapprove of your father's relationship with a really young blonde (which, also, get over it, Thorne Forrester: your father lives for sleeping with young blondes, one of whom both he and your brother married and whom you also slept with, an act which forced your ex into a presumed death [she was not dead; she came back to life later, only to be killed for real by a falling chandelier]). But lack of attention from your bosses is no excuse for this:
Wearing a suit that shiny is NOT going to convince the writers that your character's future is so bright, they have to wear shades. Instead, they're going to turn their heads, wince, and possibly run away every time they see you coming, because the sheer amount of light bouncing off that thing is headache-inducing.
You'd have been better off doing this:
Wearing a suit that shiny is NOT going to convince the writers that your character's future is so bright, they have to wear shades. Instead, they're going to turn their heads, wince, and possibly run away every time they see you coming, because the sheer amount of light bouncing off that thing is headache-inducing.
You'd have been better off doing this:
In fact, you'll be lucky if they don't just recast you with this strapping bloke. Not only is his tux less stressful on the eyes, but giving him his own love story would be a daytime first. HELLO, ratings!
