That I may be perceived by my peers as being one --or both-- of the neurotic single friends of smug married Uber-Couple Michael and Hope Steadman on Thirtysomething. You remember Ellyn and Melanie, the "crazy makers" whom the Steadmans always rolled their eyes about as they had ad nauseam hearts-to-hearts like this behind the white picket fence:
And they found Ellyn and Melanie annoying? Please. Michael and Hope are the blecchy blecchy doo doo ones.
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It looked in the beginning like Michael was caught in the act of pleasing himself when Hope came downstairs.
I loved thirtysomething. Especially when Melissa started getting fat. Later on I found out, not fat, just pregnant, but in 1991, her extra baggage made me feel great about my extra baggage.
Kinda bums me out to realize I am now one of these people.
I do seem to remember the sad-sack singleton gal married a cartoonist in the end.
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