10 Years of Friends with My 11 year old Daughter:
a lesson in laughter and language and a higher consciousness
The very nice neighbors of the bride and groom that we had never met in our lives and who so nicely opened their home to us to stay the night of the wedding, were watching Friends as a family. “It is so well written,” they said quite simply. And I loved how they fast-forwarded through the sexual references, as my daughter and I have come to call them, while watching with their family.
Oddly, you’d think we would get sick of it – the characters, the predictability, the vague memories of what happens. But no, hasn’t happened. We do come across the occasional episode that we know we have seen recently and we skip those. We just laugh a lot. Annie mostly laughs at the physical humor, which is mostly Joey and Ross and Phoebe's funny faces. We asked her recently who she relates to most, she said Rachel. All about the clothes and the fashion. I myself finding my loyalties changing. We both agree, we will miss them when it is over.
And lest anyone were to think there is not learning going on, well let me set that straight right now. Just this week we did our own version of naming all 50 states in under six minutes. (Season 6 - The One Where Chandler Doesn't Like Dogs) Yes, between the excellent writing, the pop cultural references, and the naming of 50 states, we are growing intellectually from this experience.
There are a few mysteries. I can never tell what books they are reading, be it at home or in the coffee shop. Being a librarian, that just bugs me.
On the plus side, I am so looking forward to Phoebe meeting her future husband, Paul Rudd. I have always had a crush on his acting and that will just add some joy to the experience.
This is what I have learned. The best of friends stay the best of friends because they know who they are and love each other in spite of what they are not. Hey, I am a gal who has held grudges for most of her life. Ten years of a sitcom in under 4 months gave me that at Netflix prices. This is cheaper than therapy. Yes it is. Have I reached a higher level of consciousness, not even close. But I have laughed really hard with my eleven year old daughter. That is as evolved as you can get.
Once we went through an entire disc on a cold Friday night. We ate warm soup and laughed. I crocheted and we laughed. We cuddled and we laughed. I will take that over a higher level of consciousness any time. A lot more fun and a lot less work.
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