Yawn

10 years, 2 hours and 4 minutes later:

That's how long it took for pathetic Monkey-Boy to get the girl.

I stopped watching about two or three years ago, except for last night (and I wasn't lost in the slightest...)

One thing I'd like to ask: Where's the feminist reaction? I mean, Rachel has to drop everything (perfect job in Paris for Pete's sake!) and everyone's all so damn happy that she got off the plane?

Oh, but it's so romantic, you say.

- Right -

Everyone calls this show a sit-com, but actually it's a fantasy:

Look at the what the show's trying to tell you:

• People can have kids with no ill effects to their health, lifestyle, appearance, WALLET! I mean where the hell did BEN go? What about those triplets Phoebe carried for her Trogloditic brother?


• Huge apartments can be affordable in NYC for waitresses, out of work actors, junior cooks, etc.


• Fat teenage girls can be rail-thin skeletons later in life without dealing with the fallout from anorexia/bulimia. No implications about negative body image and the problems that young girls can have. But it's a big fuckin' laugh when we see "fat Monica" because jeez, isn't she pathetic? Har har har! All you teenage fat girls should get skinny like Monica! Because you're losers if you don't!


• The ultimate expression of love is to agree to hand over your life savings so your obsessive-compulsive fiancee can plan the dream wedding her Barbie's never had, and that she could never pay for herself. And if you don't, you don't really love her! (yes this one was my pet peeve...)

I could go on and on. Thankfully, Friends won't. Except in reruns. But I doubt if it'll have the longevity that MASH or Seinfeld will have. Some of the early Friends episodes already appear dated- none of the Seinfelds do.