And naturally, that made any restrictions very frustrating.
My loving parents frequently restricted the amount of time I was allowed to spend watching TV, of course, but just as exasperating (depending on the day) was that, to my young self, they seemed to be forbidding so many of what were probably the best shows. Like:
- Laverne and Shirley (sexist)
- Diff'rent Strokes (my mother caught the Very Special Episode where Arnold meets a child molester)
- Three's Company (also sexist)
- Eight Is Enough (Frankly, I think this one was because my parents couldn't remember which was which of Three's Company and Eight Is Enough; better safe than sorry.)
- I Love Lucy (also sexist, but a classic, so permitted but
only occasionally, and only after a lot of discussion of what respectful
relationships were and why Lucy and Ricky's was not one)
- Anything that might give me nightmares (which was a lot of shows, including Scooby-Doo cartoons)
- Any PG-13 movies that came out the first summer of PG-13 (when I was twelve)
- Dukes of Hazzard (violent)
- The A-Team (also violent)
And so tonight, 29 years after it first came out, I finally started watching The A-Team.
Less than three minutes into the first episode, I encountered the first instance of gratuitous sexual violence. Done with The A-Team.