Marcie! Marcie! Marcie!

If only the Killing Club guy had kidnapped Marcie, then those folks who actually took the time to watch wouldn’t have to be subjected to Kathy Brier’s mugging without it being put to good use. Anymore it seems that One Life to Life is the textbook for how to murder a character.

Not all that long ago when Marcie was making the transition from antipathy to sympathy the character had the attention of the viewing audience. That capital seems to be squandered by now. Marcie has gone from insecure camp follower who would do anything for a crumb of friendship to a 4 point student who saves a drug addict to grieving hallucinating "widow" to a failing student who writes a successful novel to a shrieking civil rights activist to a blubbering guilt ridden heroine with no clue, literally.

It is impressive that Kathy Brier can weep on cue and has a powerful singing voice and that she can act her way out of a paper bag. She has achieved status because she is every woman and “every woman” is cheering her on. If Marcie is to be all things to all women, perhaps it is time to start reaching out to that subtle woman inside all of us.