One of your favorite shows.
TV shows, you mean? I don't watch a whole lot of television, but the one show that I love dearly (and that's an understatement) is The Golden Girls.
(And that's me, watching it with my cat.)
The show was canceled in 1992--the year I turned four. So I don't really remember how I got into it. Like feminism itself, I wasn't raised on it. I just discovered it one day and was like, "Well, damn. This is really, really good. How did I ever live without it?" I blogged about it when Rue McClanahan died (almost a year ago now--wow).
But I think my friend Christi said it best: "Where else in pop culture do you see women of a certain age portrayed as anything but loony cat ladies or sexless grandmas? Dorothy and company lived it up well past the age most television characters even make it to."
I'll share something here that I've only shared with a couple of close friends, because it's embarrassing and kind of cheesy: I made the decision to transfer from SVSU to Wayne State while watching the final scene of the Golden Girls series finale. That particular episode just happened to be on TV at 1 o'clock on a Thursday morning (when I should have been sleeping but instead was thinking a little too hard about what the hell I should do with my life). Seeing that, I cried and cried and cried and then decided, like Bea Arthur did, that even though it had been mostly good in really surprising ways, it was time to move on.
Thank you for being a friend.
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