Well you tell me if you think this is [woman screaming]...conservative.
I decided to pop on the new sitcom The Mick on demand, as the trailers looked decent and a little raunchy. Not to be confused with ranchy, like the dressing you love so much.
So I watch the first one and it was pretty funny, laughed out loud a few times.
I think a couple of nights later I flip on the second one and it's moving along but as part of the plot, the youngest child character on the show, a boy around 8 or 9 or 10 I would guess, takes a bunch of birth control pills after his Aunt explained how they are her "magic pills" or something to that effect.
This made me wince and physically uncomfortable. [car crash sound]
The character's mood swings as a result of taking the pills were not enough comedic payoff for me to appreciate the plot line.
The episode was otherwise ok, semi-entertaining, so a few nights later I navigate the on-demand for another installment.
In this one cigarette smoking and trying to quit is central to the plot and this time the boy wrecks on his bicycle and sustains some major scrapes and scratches. His older brother searches the medical kit at home and bandages him up. Only problem is, they aren't bandages but nicotine patches the maid placed in the kit due to her embarrassment from smoking.
This made me wince and physically uncomfortable. Again. [guillotine drop]
Would I have laughed at this sort of stuff in my teens, twenties, thirties?
It's not exactly like the innocuous stuff/fluff from the Files of Police Squad or even the new Angie Tribeca. I get that.
But am I warranted in my visceral reaction?
Due to [broken window, gunshot] getting older?
Gasp!
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