According to the statisticians, Renee Jones has set a broadcasting record as Lexie Carver on Days of Our Lives, the longest-running African-American female character on television. But the luminous beauty is abandoning her role to give retirement a try. TV Guide Magazine spoke with Jones, who will exit the NBC soap in June, and we got the exclusive scoop on her reasons for quitting, her future plans and — spoiler alert! — how Days will say goodbye to her beloved character. (cont.)
Let’s be honest: Lexie is kind of annoying anyway and I wasn’t that sad when she got a brain tumor. But major props for notching 20 years on DOOL, girl!
Also, it totally just dawned on me why Abe Carver looks so old: because he is! They’ve been on the show for 20 years now. But that also means Lexie is old.
Y’all. Renee Jones is 53. Fifty whole three. Black forreal sho’nuff don’t crack. She still basically looks 25 while everybody else is walking around sunken in and dried up (I’m lookin at you, Hope Brady).
Or maybe time just goes by faster because I’m so old. I remember Days storylines taking FOREVER to resolve when I was little, but they just keep breezing by these days. It’s refreshing really. I mean, I thought for sure that Abby/Austin lie would keep going on for months, but nope. I guess times have changed.
I wish Marlena’s hair would change though.
She has forreal had the same haircut since I was in diapers. I mean, they had this bitch possessed by the devil and everything and she STILL had the same haircut. They barely let the woman wear a ponytail. Get it together, Days.
One thing that has not changed however is the fact that Lisa Rinna is still awkward and embarrassing. And this time she is wearing adult diapers on the red carpet. Billie Reed is selling Depends, y’all.
I swear. That fucking show. For every scene that bugs the hell out of me, there’s another that makes me go “Well now I have to watch the next episode to see what happens!”
I don’t actually know anybody who watches the show except my mother and I try to talk to her as infrequently as possible. But Days is so good right now. Let me just get this out of me real fast.
WHY DID I NOT KNOW THERE WAS A SOAP OPERA REALITY SHOW.
Who am I? Where have I been? What the fuck am I doing with my life? And basically the whole cast of Dirty Soap was on Days of Our Lives at some point. I am SO distraught. I can’t even torrent the shit because obviously nobody who knows what a torrent is actually watched the show. The whole 7 people who tuned in probably still use Netscape Navigator.
I was so obsessed with Nadia/Chloe Lane. Her hair Was.Epic. Just her whole hair, eyes, skin, TITS SITUATION was my whole life. I mean, I know Brandon is booty-butt-naked in the picture, but he is so irrelevant to the task at hand.
Don’t bother me on Sunday.
I will be E!Online-ing the shit out of this shit and I don’t want you to get all butthurt when you realize that the lives of soap stars are way more important to me than whatever you’re trying to tell me about your Saturday night.
Ever since I heard the rumor that they were bringing a homo to Days of Our Lives…and Will would end up being the boyfriend? Stop. STOP IT! Can’t deal. I’ve been watching this show my entire life. I know soap operas are corny and the genre is dying and blah blah blah but I was basically raised by Days, Another World, and The Bold & The Beautiful. Days has been sleeping on its gay following for way too long and they’ve finally brought in Freddie Smith (Teddy’s ex-bf from 90210) to bring a little homo to Salem.
Also: Can we address how hot Will is? His body is kind of off the chain right now and I am pretty much crossing my fingers and toes for some kind of sappy, softly-lit love scene at some point. Many-a-homo stuck in the backwoods of Nowhere, USA—before Internet Porn—got their jollies from daytime TV, watching the parade of gratuitous shirtlessness and chiseled cheekbones. And now the prospect of two for the price of one scene? Yes please!
I just hope they keep it on the air long enough to see the story develop.
Look at this photo.
