Friends

Friends. I never liked that show. Ross? No way that guy could be a college professor. For one thing, he was dopey. And, while he wasn't that good looking, he was still better looking than any college professors I have seen. Phoebe? No one in New York is that mystical and flaky. It's a feet-on-the-ground city. That free gypsy soul act is so much more Laurel Canyon than Manhattan. Sorry Californians. And who buys that that group of people would be friends? And that they would have the jobs they have? Chef, actor, professor, guitar-playing masseuse, some type of gig with Ralph Lauren? Only Chandler had a real job, full of boring nonsense and stupid responsibilities, like the rest of us. But I hated the irritating and demeaning "is Chandler gay?" jokes that popped up all the time. Hey, Friends writers: it would be okay if he was.

But, geez, I've wandered away. Here's my point. Hoover friends are a good thing. We always see Hooverites coming together to take care of a friend who is sick or down in the dumps. As Phoebe might say: it's a groovy thing.