It's a cold, snowy day here in Portland and broken heaters, blown fuses, and cars stuck in ditches have shut us out of the Bitch office. On top of that, colds and flu! But the blog must go on, and so I bring you this week's Adventures in Feministory -- an abbreviated version, due to aforementioned catastrophes...
I loved Florida Evans something fierce -- strong, stubborn, loving, smart, and snappy, she'd argue with her husband James about who was the "head" of the family, and she always seemed to find a way of holding her kids accountable while loving them intensely.
I didn't realize it when I was young, but I think what made Good Times so absorbing -- aside from my Florida fascination -- was that it centered around a family that felt real and relatable to me, a family that talked openly about struggling financially, about work conflicts, a family that fought with each other, but still loved and had fun with each other.
They just don't make sitcoms like they used to, do they?