Christmas at my mother-in-laws was an atypically quiet affair.
No-one got their head stuck in a Turkey. No-one punched me in the face.
Mostly we tried to make the best of the situation, grateful we were able to be together unlike so many others. Remembering better times and avoiding politics at all costs. As if we were making a new Star Wars™ movie (1 Star).
“The One With the Sad Christmas”
And now it’s back to work, a wondrous time of quiet reflection on how much easier dealing with things was when we could just relax and follow the babies schedule.
Appropriately this is a boss heavy episode. One specifically: Ralph Lauren.
No-one got their head stuck in a Turkey. No-one punched me in the face.
Mostly we tried to make the best of the situation, grateful we were able to be together unlike so many others. Remembering better times and avoiding politics at all costs. As if we were making a new Star Wars™ movie (1 Star).
“The One With the Sad Christmas”
And now it’s back to work, a wondrous time of quiet reflection on how much easier dealing with things was when we could just relax and follow the babies schedule.
Appropriately this is a boss heavy episode. One specifically: Ralph Lauren.
The big man himself shows up. Mostly to put a bit of animosity between Rachel and her immediate superior. You’ve got to wonder what they paid him to walk in and out of a lift a couple of times without doing anything.
Joey rather hits the nail on the head as the Friends™ ponder why their boss doesn’t like them:
“Maybe it’s because you’re all hanging round here at 11.30 on a Wednesday?”
Now we finally know how they seem to be spending so much time in Central Perk!! They’ve been playing hookie the whole time. Or maybe they’re just on Furlough?
It’s frustrating that, with the on-again, off-again nature of work at the moment I’ve finally got a chance to get into all sorts of Shenanigans like the Friends™ but can’t because of having a baby. Yep, that’s the only reason… *stares forlornly out the window*
I did get to go into work briefly before Christmas. What a way to discover I now habitually refer to myself as “daddy” in the third person.
“Daddy needs to make some tea” I muttered, as my boss tried to hold in a laugh.
Another person with their hand over their mouth to save embarrassment is Ross. The big idiot has bleached his teeth for too long. Oh, how we laughed. The problem with this is, it is Hollywood after all, so really his teeth look no whiter than Monica’s. But fair play, the UV light did make my wife laugh so much she woke up the baby. Thanks a lot Friends™… I thought you were on our side?!
It’s a shame we don’t get more from Ross’s date, who’s played by Missi Pyle. Any comedy fan should know her best from Dodgeball™ and Galaxy Quest™.
Joey rather hits the nail on the head as the Friends™ ponder why their boss doesn’t like them:
“Maybe it’s because you’re all hanging round here at 11.30 on a Wednesday?”
Now we finally know how they seem to be spending so much time in Central Perk!! They’ve been playing hookie the whole time. Or maybe they’re just on Furlough?
It’s frustrating that, with the on-again, off-again nature of work at the moment I’ve finally got a chance to get into all sorts of Shenanigans like the Friends™ but can’t because of having a baby. Yep, that’s the only reason… *stares forlornly out the window*
I did get to go into work briefly before Christmas. What a way to discover I now habitually refer to myself as “daddy” in the third person.
“Daddy needs to make some tea” I muttered, as my boss tried to hold in a laugh.
Another person with their hand over their mouth to save embarrassment is Ross. The big idiot has bleached his teeth for too long. Oh, how we laughed. The problem with this is, it is Hollywood after all, so really his teeth look no whiter than Monica’s. But fair play, the UV light did make my wife laugh so much she woke up the baby. Thanks a lot Friends™… I thought you were on our side?!
It’s a shame we don’t get more from Ross’s date, who’s played by Missi Pyle. Any comedy fan should know her best from Dodgeball™ and Galaxy Quest™.
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She’d certainly be able to bring more personality than Elle Macpherson who is barely even a character.
Perhaps the writing is to blame? There’s a lot of Toxic Masculinity™ here, more than we’ve had for a while. Chandler and Joey checking out her room, and obsessing over the “girlie” things she brings in the flat. I do get the feeling of attachment to the old place though. It reminds me of when we moved out of our student house after three years, and Dr Phalange went and peeked over the wall one day to see what they’d done with her garden.
Even now, after over a decade, people take and share the odd picture of the gates of the halls where we all met. It’s sad to think of so many students this year having that experience ruined for them.
Most of the Toxic Masculinity™ seems to be coming from Chandler, but the attitude underpinning it all is quite sexist. Often in the show his behaviour would be held up and mocked; certainly nowadays the joke would be more at his insecurity. But here it’s presented more as Joey being in the wrong for being interested in the things Elle Macpherson likes.
Come on guys, it’s 1999.
Real Live Sitcom Moment:
Our Christmas™ was tinged with sadness for another reason this year. (As if you couldn’t get enough). My wife’s family cat, almost as old as this episode, got into difficulty a few days before Christmas. It was clear that the end was pretty close, but he soldiered on through Christmas.
This lead to a bit of unexpected humour, his difficulty moving meant our revelry was sporadically interrupted by us realising he hadn’t been to the litter tray for a while and that he was about to “go off” if we didn’t urgently take him there ourselves.
The worst time was when he was, somewhat foolishly, on the sofa. I was playing with our baby who is completely obsessed with cats right now, but got a little too close and scared the piss out of him. My mother-in-law desperately picked him up to stop him peeing on the sofa, carrying him across the living room to the litter tray, a huge gush of piss flying out the whole time.
Baby was laughing at the whole thing. I think she’s relieved she wasn’t the only one pissing herself anymore.
In the true spirit of Friends™ we had our own moment of pathos at the end. Right as we were getting up to leave he mustered the strength to walk again and came up to us all in the middle of the floor, baby and all. It was a lovely moment to all say goodbye, and get some beautiful pictures of him with three generations to remember him by.
Perhaps the writing is to blame? There’s a lot of Toxic Masculinity™ here, more than we’ve had for a while. Chandler and Joey checking out her room, and obsessing over the “girlie” things she brings in the flat. I do get the feeling of attachment to the old place though. It reminds me of when we moved out of our student house after three years, and Dr Phalange went and peeked over the wall one day to see what they’d done with her garden.
Even now, after over a decade, people take and share the odd picture of the gates of the halls where we all met. It’s sad to think of so many students this year having that experience ruined for them.
Most of the Toxic Masculinity™ seems to be coming from Chandler, but the attitude underpinning it all is quite sexist. Often in the show his behaviour would be held up and mocked; certainly nowadays the joke would be more at his insecurity. But here it’s presented more as Joey being in the wrong for being interested in the things Elle Macpherson likes.
Come on guys, it’s 1999.
Real Live Sitcom Moment:
Our Christmas™ was tinged with sadness for another reason this year. (As if you couldn’t get enough). My wife’s family cat, almost as old as this episode, got into difficulty a few days before Christmas. It was clear that the end was pretty close, but he soldiered on through Christmas.
This lead to a bit of unexpected humour, his difficulty moving meant our revelry was sporadically interrupted by us realising he hadn’t been to the litter tray for a while and that he was about to “go off” if we didn’t urgently take him there ourselves.
The worst time was when he was, somewhat foolishly, on the sofa. I was playing with our baby who is completely obsessed with cats right now, but got a little too close and scared the piss out of him. My mother-in-law desperately picked him up to stop him peeing on the sofa, carrying him across the living room to the litter tray, a huge gush of piss flying out the whole time.
Baby was laughing at the whole thing. I think she’s relieved she wasn’t the only one pissing herself anymore.
In the true spirit of Friends™ we had our own moment of pathos at the end. Right as we were getting up to leave he mustered the strength to walk again and came up to us all in the middle of the floor, baby and all. It was a lovely moment to all say goodbye, and get some beautiful pictures of him with three generations to remember him by.
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