- Black Adder
- Northern Exposure
- The Larry Sanders Show
- Get a Life
My favorite TV show of all time is My So-Called Life. One of the few shows I can think of where my age at the actual time it was on lined up with the characters' (sophomores in high school). One thing I loved about it was that the characters wore the same items of clothing multiple times. Like, Angela had her favorite boots or her flannel shirt that she wore with different outfits. In this, among other ways, it was a cringe-inducingly realistic show.
Aside: I have yet to watch the full first season of Freaks & Geeks despite many, many recommendations because I watched the first few and was mightily offended at how much was borrowed from MSCL: essentially the whole structure of the show (kind of uncool, smart girl gets kind of cooler, tries to ditch old friends to make a play for the cool stoner crowd including hot badass figure (played by Jared Leto/James Franco), etc.)). I mean, what? Why do people talk about how great F&G is without mentioning in the same breath that it owes its existence to MSCL? The latter had already failed on the same concept despite a fierce following so I don't know what made anyone think F&G would succeed. Anyway maybe it gets better a few eps in (MSCL certainly does) but I was sorta unimpressed. That's hype for ya, folks. Which makes me wonder if I can ever watch The Wire. (Yeah, yeah, yeah. Save your breath.)
Anyway, Angela's mom was also very like mine (hence unlike any other, sunny sitcom mom; the mom in Calvin & Hobbes comes pretty close), in that she was overprotective and nosy and sensitive and hence annoying, but ultimately a really fucking good mom. Angela was often embarrassed of her parents but all her friends were jealous and wanted to hang out at her house all the time.
In the context of this blog post, TV and my mom are "tightly coupled."
My mom reads my blog, but I never censor what I say with that knowledge. I can use the F word and generally be a jerk and she still likes me. I mean, I came out of her womb, unconditional love and so on, but I get the feeling she actually likes my personality.
With no offense to either of my parents, I've noticed that they seem less discriminating about their entertainment as they get older. Like happy to watch Random Hollywood Blockbuster 2 just to get out of the house/heat and then describe the experience as "fun." Whereas they used to have a decided bent toward the quirky.
Do our tastes deteriorate as we get older, right along with our muscle tone and eyesight and tooth enamel? Is it voluntary or involuntary, i.e., taste is like a muscle one must clench all the time and eventually we get tired of it? Like we eventually lose interest in wearing hip happening clothes and just want to be comfortable? At what age does one throw up one's hands and give in to the latest courtroom drama?