What happens when Bob Thompson, a writer who grew up in a house without a television and lives a TV-free life to this day, decides to find out what he's been missing, with his namesake the Professor of Television as Virgil to his Dante?
[...] all in all, I was having a pretty good time. So I decided to keep going and watch "Friends," which was the very first show my girls mentioned when I asked what TV their sixth- and seventh-grade pals talked about.In fairness, Thompson also had a lot of more positive experiences as he encountered everything from The Sopranos to The Bachelor.
It turned out to be about a dorky college professor having an affair with a beautiful young student, ho ho ho, who groped him in his office, hee hee hee, and then bought herself a teeny-weeny bikini for spring break, heh heh heh, which made the dorky professor jealous, especially after one of his gal pals informed him that "spring break is doing frat guys," hah hah hah ...
Aiee! I didn't run screaming from the room, but the impulse was there.