NaBloPoMo Day 12: Wonder Years

My husband is binging on the Wonder Years. I did not like this show as a kid, like….not at all. My parents loved it, it transported them back to their youth the way Stranger Things does for me I suppose. I don’t think I disliked it because I couldn’t connect with the time period or themes, but something about it made me feel unwell when I watched it. Kevin was always, without fail, in every episode getting himself into situations that made me cringe. I get it, sitcom = situational comedy, so the characters kind of have to get into situations. That doesn’t mean I have to enjoy it. Watching snippets of this show again as an adult has me saying still….what the hell Kevin??? You’re lucky you’re a lovable little kid because otherwise I’m not sure why people put up with your shenanigans. 

As a child, I would leave the room when things got too awkward on the show and, occasionally, I get that same impulse as an adult. I’m not sure what it is, maybe the “I can see it coming from a mile away”. Almost every episode still makes me want to run away screaming, “NOOOOOOOOO! THE WONDER YEARS!” Except for that one episode where the sister gets married, does shit her way, and peaces out to Alaska. That episode spoke to me in a special way.

I’m almost afraid to ask how many episodes he has left, it’s almost constantly on his phone, laptop or TV while he is doing other things. So, my hope is that there aren’t many more. I also don’t want to hear from him that he “has no time to do anything” because he has enough for this torturous series. Fear not, I will survive and then get back on track with Luke Cage.

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