I was watching Golden Girls this weekend. Its part of the new line up on TV Land, and I'm sometimes so desperate to watch TV that I watch bad TV from the 80s.
Golden Girls is pretty racy. I started watching it with Leila, and I was all, "Nope, not appropriate for you. Back to cooking shows. Or Sex in the City." That Blanch: What a slut.
But here's the thing about Golden Girls. I remember this show as one about three older women whose husbands are either dead or divorced out of the picture, living together in Florida, possibly in a retirement community, with an ancient Italian woman. The episode I watched the other day had Blanch thinking she was pregnant and then finding out she was going through menopause. MENOPAUSE.
Think about this for a minute: This means that the Golden Girls, who were, like, 70 when I was first watching it in prime time in the 80s, were really around 50. This means that I am almost old enough to be a Golden Girl! I have friends who would totally qualify to live in that house in Florida! My mother would be the ancient Italian grandma (only my mom would be German and wouldn't be caught dead in a house coat.)
These Girls are not Golden! They are far from it! Bea Arthur totally could have dyed her hair and not looked 70. In fact, the woman who played Sofia, Bea Arthur's mother, was younger than Bea Arthur. What were we thinking in the 80s? That women in their 50s were dried up old ladies? (Except for Blanch who was anything but dried up.)
I'm not sure why, but I feel insulted by this. Almost as insulted as I feel when I notice that the Huxtables have 5 children, two full time jobs, and you never see a babysitter or a cleaning lady on any episode.
I really have to stop watching so much TV...
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