The site prompt is, “What TV shows did you watch as a kid?” This is very easy, because the answer is as true for when I was a kid as it is now. I watch(ed) Three’s Company.

Now, you’ll snicker and joke that it’s a dumb show about misunderstandings and outdated humor. Maybe those 2 things are true, but it is certainly not dumb. I’ll never agree with you on that. The foundations of me – and no doubt the reasons you love me so much – were forged in the late 70’s & early 80’s with Jack, Janet, Chrissy, Cindy, Terri, Larry, the Ropers, and Furley.

Does that sound ridiculous? Probably. Whatever.

But listen, the outfits and silly plot lines (some used and re-used over and over) were simply the structure for the real purpose: the relationships. The love they had for each other was the show. They argued and made up. They threatened to move out, and they fought for, cried with, and protected each other – like a beautiful cocoon of love in a world where love is forever in too-short supply.

There was never enough money, the rent was always late, eviction was always right around the corner, bosses harassed, they were hired and lost jobs, made dumb purchases, dated the wrong people – just like us. We have bills and conflict and money that runs out too soon. But what we might not have, and desperately need, is a tightly knit group surrounding us to face those monsters together.

Of course, I learned that I am heterosexual and have a type – maybe I was genetically predisposed to be wildly attracted to all Janet Woods, or maybe I am because of Janet Wood/Joyce Dewitt. It doesn’t matter, I suppose. Chicken & egg, right?

But much more than sexuality, I learned that we aren’t made to live alone. We are made for each other. Probably I am impatient with separation because the anxiety I felt when the roommates fought was over in 30 minutes. 30 minutes that felt impossibly long. Nothing was ever more important than the connection, than the ties that held them together, and I still believe that.

I cry with them when Janet marries Philip and when they turn the lights out for the last time. Everybody does. But I also cry when Jack buys Janet’s pendant back from the pawn shop for her birthday, when that scumbag dance instructor tears Janet up and Jack is there (of course, he’s there) to dance with her, and when Jack chooses Bernice for dinner. And I cry for different reasons altogether over a hammock or roller skates.

It’s the best show ever, and it’s not close. And I’ll fight you over that fact, as long as we make up in a half an hour.