(That is one of Flo King’s names for the USA in this era.) I thought S.T.
Karnick’s piece on “Friends” very good. It caught the true sappy awfulness
of the thing.
My wife, by threatening me with grievous bodily harm, once got me to sit
down and watch an episode of “Friends” with her. About five minutes into
the show, this big red flashing light and jangling klaxon started going off
in my head, with a voice yelling: “CHICK SHOW! CHICK SHOW! ABANDON SHIP!”
I faked a bilious attack and ran for the bathroom.
