Why can’t my life be full of amusing antics, with wacky neighbors dropping in at all hours to pepper my life with sparky witicisms. Why can’t I be grossly ugly and still get dates?
>>Why can’t my life be full of amusing antics,
It can. Ask anyone here
>with wacky neighbors dropping in at all hours
You don’t want that. Ask anyone here.
>Why can’t I be grossly ugly and still get dates?
You can. But again, you don’t want that. They’d all be even uglier – or otherwise distasteful – than you.
Actually, I don’t recall anyone of less than average looks on Donna Reed. I’ll tell you what, if you look like Donna Reed (in full anatomical detail), I’m sure we can make the rest work out for you. Unless you really have your heart set on sleeping with Carl Betz.
Jeez, that troll on the other thread really put me in a snappish mood.
Because that’s television. Yeah, yeah, a real newsflash, huh? But it was just the 50’s take on one aspect of life. Might as well yearn for the “hardboiled dicks, babes and booze” that was the noir-ish aspect.
Anyone want to lay bets that in a few decades people will yearn for the simple, nifty world as expemplified by “Friends”?
Sigh. I commiserate. That’s why the magic of the screen (large or small) is so seductive. Taken in pieces, it distills out all the dreams and leaves the humdrum crap behind.
Veb
How much was life ever like The Donna Reed Show,
(or Ozzie and Harriet for that matter) when the show was on the air?
You see amusing antics and whacky neighbors. I see bland vanilla pablum.
When zany neighbor Harry von Zell dropped by George and Gracie’s house it ment it was time for a commercial.
Wait a minute. This isn’t the Pit, is it?