A really stupid topic
Sep. 28th, 2004 07:36 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
charliesmumOkay, I was lazing around on Saturday, nursing a hangover headache, and the Brady Bunch was on the telly. It was the 35 anniversary of the show, apparently. Now I will freely admit I was an unabashed Brady watcher in my youth. I don't really remember it being on 'prime time' but I watched it quite faithfully every day in re-runs. It came on at 5:30, right after the Monkees (which I watched religiously, thank you very much) and right before dinner, which usually happened at six because I grew up in a Traditional Household, with a stay at home mom (though then we just called them 'mom') and a dad that came back from The City at just before six. Anyway, It got so I could pretty much tell which episode it was within a few seconds of the opening scene. Turns out I wasn't the only one of my generation to do so, either, I fondly recall not learning anything in one of my college classes because I would be exchanging Brady trivia questions with a guy who called himself Lerm.
So there I was, watching this Brady Marathon, and enjoying the silliness that was the show, and marveling at how very far away the 70's seemed, just because technology has advanced so much. (and of course Brady 70's is different than Real 70's. Real 70's had lots of hippies, not just Greg in a fringe jacket and the people from the Johnny Bravo episode) One of the episodes in particular struck me as one that would be literally impossible to do now, as the 'dramatic tension' that the plot demanded simply couldn't happen in this day in age.
It was the one where they went to King's Island in Ohio, this amusement park, because Mike had to show some plans to the park people. During lunch Jan asks if she can use one of his tube thingies to put this poster of Yogi Bear in it that she bought for some kids she baby-sat. Naturally the tubes get mixed up and Mike winds up presenting Yogi while Jan leaves the important tube on a ride some where. So there's a Big Mad Dash to find Jan, because the people have to leave in a half an hour, then a Big Mad Dash to find the plans, then a Big Mad Dash to get the plans to the park people in the nick of time.
It occurred to me as I sat there, waiting for my headache to go away and wondering about all the male fantasies Jan and Marcia's running through the park sparked, that I thought to myself how that could never happen now. First of all, there would be no Big Mad Dash to find Jan, because you could probably just ring her on her mobile, and if by some odd chance Mike didn't have the plans on his laptop, or at least on a disk, he could call his office and they could fax copies. Or email them. No mad humourous dash through the park to the strains of the William Tell Overture, no site of Jan and Marcia's boobies bobbing up and down, no amusing saddle jokes from Alice, no last minute delivery by Carol to Mike.
It would have been a very short episode.
It was then I realized I needed to get off the sofa and go look for my brain, because I'd obviously left it somewhere.
So there I was, watching this Brady Marathon, and enjoying the silliness that was the show, and marveling at how very far away the 70's seemed, just because technology has advanced so much. (and of course Brady 70's is different than Real 70's. Real 70's had lots of hippies, not just Greg in a fringe jacket and the people from the Johnny Bravo episode) One of the episodes in particular struck me as one that would be literally impossible to do now, as the 'dramatic tension' that the plot demanded simply couldn't happen in this day in age.
It was the one where they went to King's Island in Ohio, this amusement park, because Mike had to show some plans to the park people. During lunch Jan asks if she can use one of his tube thingies to put this poster of Yogi Bear in it that she bought for some kids she baby-sat. Naturally the tubes get mixed up and Mike winds up presenting Yogi while Jan leaves the important tube on a ride some where. So there's a Big Mad Dash to find Jan, because the people have to leave in a half an hour, then a Big Mad Dash to find the plans, then a Big Mad Dash to get the plans to the park people in the nick of time.
It occurred to me as I sat there, waiting for my headache to go away and wondering about all the male fantasies Jan and Marcia's running through the park sparked, that I thought to myself how that could never happen now. First of all, there would be no Big Mad Dash to find Jan, because you could probably just ring her on her mobile, and if by some odd chance Mike didn't have the plans on his laptop, or at least on a disk, he could call his office and they could fax copies. Or email them. No mad humourous dash through the park to the strains of the William Tell Overture, no site of Jan and Marcia's boobies bobbing up and down, no amusing saddle jokes from Alice, no last minute delivery by Carol to Mike.
It would have been a very short episode.
It was then I realized I needed to get off the sofa and go look for my brain, because I'd obviously left it somewhere.
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on 2004-10-03 05:02 pm (UTC)so does fringe jackets and other hippie wear.
the brady bunch is ok. i watched it in prime time cuz it was the thing to watch. my kids sorta like to watch it now. i cant drag my daughter away from i dream of jeannie or bewitched. she loves those.