The Big Ragu
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As a kid, we were allowed to watch the Love Boat, but not Fantasy Island. Also, after we got cable, mom somehow got MTV pulled.
The Saturday night ritual when I was 9, 10, 11:
- My mom and my two older sisters would settle into our tiny den to watch The Love Boat. ... (I can still see the ugly plaid pull-out couch in my head).
- I wanted to watch ANYTHING except The Love Boat, and my mom always did a, "Fair enough. Let's take a vote."
- I would lose the Bolsonaro-style vote 3 to 1.
- I'd sulk for an hour while they feasted on their girl porn.
- The episode would wrap up, and they would clear out of the den, leaving me alone to watch TV by myself.
- Fantasy Island would come on, and even though I knew better, I'd start watching.
- There would always be one "scary" fantasy. ... Tattoo would end up being chased by hostile natives in canoes, Roddy McDowell would show up randomly as the devil, a woman who wants to know Jack the Ripper's identity goes back in time and is about to become one of his victims, various episodes with haunted houses, possessed teen-aged girls, nightmares with maniacal cackling, etc. ...
- I'd be frozen to the ugly plaid couch scared out of my mind as the episode unfolded.
- My mom would come in at around 10:30 to roust me and send me to bed, "You're still up?!?!?"
- I wouldn't get the resolution of the fantasy (usually Mr. Roarke showing up in a motor boat to save someone from sure death) and I'd have nightmares.
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