Actually,
Full House (the television series) still airs all over the place,
immortalized by the reruns that just won't quit. While I have to agree this was a bunch of
putrid garbage, I watched it daily and just finished watching a rerun.
Why? The same reason I watch any television show, absolutely
nothing better to do.
The main storyline here is an
extended family of sorts. The single father whose wife died when the kids were still young, the three girls (Stef, D.J., and Michelle), and the two
uncles (Jesse and Joey), all living under the same roof, having
the time of their lives! (Yeah, sure,
whatever.) It's one of those
growing up/growing up without a mother shows that attempted to teach
life lessons and compassion, or something, but usually just ended up making me laugh. The one thing that most people remember about the show is the fact that they had the whole "
Awwwwwww" from the "audience" thing going on whenever Michelle (one of the Olsen twins) did something
cute, which was at least fifteen or twenty times an episode. Oh, and we can't forget the
annoying/
obnoxious next door neighbour (see also: DJ's best friend), who would
raid their fridge and whatnot, as she wandered around in her state of
intense stupidity.
Whenever my
best friend is feeling down and wants to go have a talk, I say "let's go have a
full house chat darling". That is to say, let's go up to my room and sit on the edge of the bed (this works best if it's pink and frilly and surrounded by
stuffed toys) and play some
slow, dreamy music in the background, whilst we
discuss life, and
the way things are.