Growing up, my sisters and I had a limited television roster.
We were allowed to watch cartoons, Lassie, The Cosby Show, and The Brady Bunch. Of course there were some other shows we could watch, but you get the idea. If the show was family friendly, wholesome and tame, it would receive the parental stamp of approval.
I can understand — I don’t fault my parents for not wanting their daughters to watch shows like Three’s Company. I didn’t even know what that show was about, but I had to turn the channel whenever it came on. It made me extremely curious every time I heard the theme song:
Man: Come and knock on our door!
Woman echo: Come and knock on our door
Man: We’ve been waitin’ for you!
Woman echo: We’ve been waitin’ for you
What were they doing behind that door? They’ve been waiting for me and I have to change the channel?!
One of my earliest memories of being punished by my parents was that I wasn’t allowed to watch The Brady Bunch with my sisters in the living room. This was quite harsh in my little book. We watched The Brady Bunch religiously at 4:30 everyday before dinner and they took it away from me. It was our very-brady-appetizer. I was devasted. Devasted and devious.
Through tear blurred eyes, I managed to watch the television by laying on the floor of my room, cracking the door a tiny bit and looking down the hallway. I did this to spite my parents and keep a leg up (just try to punish me), but also The Brady Bunch was ingrained in my routine and I simply had to watch them.
In college I discovered The Golden Girls. Only a few shows will make me laugh like they do. Who knew senior citizens from 1985 were so timelessly funny? Their furniture and shoulder pads seep into my conversations: “That couch is very…golden girls.”
Now that I can watch whatever I want, I’ll watch edgier shows which essentially waste my time but entertain nonetheless. I’m certain that my parents wouldn’t have allowed me to watch The Golden Girls, but here I am putting a clip on my blog. I could watch Three’s Company and no one would know the difference. My mother can’t tell me not to watch The Brady Bunch tonight. However, I haven’t changed that much from when I was a kid that I may lay on the floor and watch it through a cracked door — just to keep a leg up.