Friends is the first show I remember actively watching. I’d tune in every week or, if that wasn’t possible, get my neighbor to record that week’s episode on an old VHS tape. If you have ever read this blog or know me at all, then you know that this was the beginning of a beautiful friendship between TV and myself. And as they say, you always remember your first.
Like I’m sure a lot of you, I have been taking advantage of Netflix’s recent addition of the show’s 10 seasons to binge my old fav and it really is like hanging out with an old friend. But only if that friend ended up being a lot more dirty than you remember them being, to the point of calling your mom and asking why she let you hang out with said friend, to which your mother may respond that you didn’t understand any of their dirty jokes anyway. However, I’m fairly certain it is this humor (that went over 8-year old Ellen’s head) that is causing me to enjoy it more this time around because I get the jokes! And these friends are some dirty birdies! Am I the only person who didn’t realize how much this show was about sex? Why did I love it so much if I didn’t understand what was going on? How I’d love to remember what I thought they were talking about when discussing things like erogenous zones.
Besides the flip phones, Rachel haircuts, and clothes that I tried to mimic in middle school, this show totally holds up. Perhaps I am enjoying it more now because I am the same age as the gang circa season 3. Give me a moment. I have to stop and let that sink in, I mean, Ross had already been married. Just the first marriage, but still. Or maybe I am just enjoying the nostalgia factor, but either way I’m finding it very enjoyable.
So let Friends be there for you, like it’s been there before.