Lately when I have insomnia I end up watching reruns of The Cosby Show. If there were any fictional household I'd want to have grown up in it would be the Huxtables. When I watch I feel ever so slightly envious of their family dynamics and how even when they disagree they still so clearly love each other. That envy, however, pales in comparison to how much joy I get from watching the show all these years later on TV Land or Chicago's WGN.
Bill Cosby and Phylicia Rashād played so well off each other as Mr. and Mrs. Huxtable that it was hard not to want to be in on their happy little secrets and mutual love for each other. Maybe I'm wrong or cynical but I doubt very much that a lot of children grow up seeing their parents interact so well.
I realize that this is a fictional family and that many families have problems and don't always see eye to eye or even get along that well. It's probably also a little fantastical to suppose that any real family has quite what the Huxtables had.
Still a half an hour or so a week of embracing the fantasy (just a tad!) probably doesn't hurt as long as things are kept in perspective. And what's even better (and so glaringly obvious in our current age of the disappearing sitcom) is how good The Cosby Show was...how well-acted and well-written.
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