Posted on 06/09/2008 5:39:15 AM PDT by yankeedame
It used to be kids in TV families who caused the problems and the parents who solved them. In the brave new world of reality television, parents are the problem.
June 2, 2008 - by Katherine Berry
There was a time in American television when parents and children alike would gather in front of the TV to watch Leave it to Beaver or even The Cosby Show, programs that affirmed the importance of the family structure and reminded us that loving parents can guide their children through even the worst of childhoods problems.
Those days are long gone, baby, as viewers were reminded last week when Living Lohan and Denise Richards: Its Complicated made their debut.
Gone is the notion that parents are problem-solvers, or that parents in the plural are even the norm. In their place Hollywood now offers the new reality of divorced mothers who, while claiming to love their kids, actually cause the majority of their problems in life.
Have we reached a new low in the decline of the American family? Or has Hollywood completely lost touch with the concept of what family life is like?
In their infancy, family sitcoms offered only slightly idealized versions of the lives we all wanted to lead. If today Ward Cleaver seems a bit stodgy, he wasnt back then.
Our fathers dressed in suits and ties to go to work just as he did; they returned home to closet themselves in their dens with their pipes and newspapers, emerging in time for the family to eat dinner, a time when mothers and children would recount their days trials and triumphs.
Parenting, like housework, was left largely to hose- and heel-wearing housewives, at least until the dinner dishes were put away. Children knew that was the moment Mother meant when shed said, just as June Cleaver had, Wait until your father gets home. Then, a post-dinner cup of coffee in hand, Father assumed his role as head of the household to mete out punishment or deliver advice, all before the prime time family television hour started.
Even in later years, when Womens Liberation severed the chains that had kept moms tied to sink and stove, television parents remained firmly in control of their families and functioned as a unit.
Think, for instance, of the Brady Bunch episodes wherein Carol brought coffee or a hot toddy to Mikes den to discuss the childrens latest antics: how to reinforce Jans self-esteem during her latest effort to step out of Marcias shadow; Gregs need for privacy and a room of his own as he transitioned from boy- to manhood; Peters punishment for breaking Carols treasured vase when he defied her stricture against playing ball in the house.
In those days, when most American families had only one television in the home, TV networks knew they had to appeal to the entire family, and that viewership depended largely on getting adults interested in a program.
Thus shows portrayed parents as wise and clearly in control of the household, their focus on helping their mostly well-behaved children through whatever goofy situation theyd gotten themselves into.
We loved them for that, too. We grew up thinking of June Cleaver, and later Carol Brady, as substitute mothers: women like our own moms, but just a bit more patient, a bit more understanding. We, as children, often took their advice to heart in our own lives, and our parents benefitted from that.
As American lives changed, so did family sitcoms. Whereas censorship rules had previously prohibited shows featuring a divorced parent (hence why Steve Douglas on My Three Sons was a widower, and Susan Partridge of The Partridge Family a widow), that rule eroded as divorce became a frequently common fact of American life.
When Ann Romano left her husband and moved with her girls to a dingy apartment in Indianapolis on One Day At A Time their lives mirrored those of many of the shows viewers. Women who felt, like Ann, theyd always been someones daughter, wife or mother were increasingly starting their lives over and striking out on their own careers, establishing their own identities, albeit still with their children in tow.
Its no coincidence that, with the typical American family structure changing, the story lines of the sitcoms depicting those families changed, too.
Gone were the days when storylines stemmed from problems encountered (or caused by) the children. In their place came plots dealing with more parent-oriented themes: depression, economic struggles, dating again after a divorce.
The kids problems became more serious, too.
Who can forget when Ann Romano confronted Julie about taking the Pill only to find out she wasnt actually on it, that she just wanted boys at school to think that she was? Or the episode when Julie brought home a man twice her age much to her mothers horror, then asked her mother You lonely, Ma? You want him?
The full-handed slap in the face that Ann delivered in response was heard in millions of American homes where other parents had experienced similar moments of uncontrolled rage and ensuing shame.
Still, the message of the family sitcom remained the same: a loving family will somehow work through their problems and come out stronger for it. That same message minus the preachy moralism fueled The Cosby Show as it set out to demonstrate that families with educated, professional working mothers can be just as strong as those of bygone eras.
The shows success reaffirmed one other thing about family sitcoms, too: American viewers still wanted shows that, at the end, left them feeling good about their own families.
When Rupert Murdoch introduced The Simpsons, many thought it signaled a new low in the portrayal of the American family. Gone was the smoothly- run household headed by wise parents raising sweet-natured and only occasionally rebellious children.
The Simpsons gave us, instead, two bumbling and often negligent adults frequently duped by headstrong and often bratty kids.
But if we cringe over Homers insensitivity and Marges failed efforts to establish an identity outside of motherhood, over Lisas overt contempt for her parents and Barts contempt for just about everything, we still ultimately receive the same message at the end of The Simpsons that every family sitcom before it has delivered: a family is a cohesive unit that is made stronger by struggling through its problems together.
What, then, are we to make of Hollywoods latest depictions of the family as portrayed this week in Denise Richards: Its Complicated and Living Lohan?
When it comes to Denise Richards, who is attempting to reinvent herself after a nasty divorce from actor Charlie Sheen, no one really believed her claim that she needed to work to support her children. With a $40 million divorce settlement and nearly $10 million in tax-free child support coming over the next 15 years its clear that Richards is actually just interested in getting herself back in front of cameras.
More importantly, at least Richards has been proclaiming to anyone wholl interview the former Bond girl, shes interested in letting people see the real her: I want people to see what Im really like and then judge for themselves, she claims. And then if they still hate me then, thats their choice.
So what do we see? A woman who snaps at her hired help. A woman who cant believe the DMV wont remove her ex-husbands name from her license based on her celebrity status even if she doesnt have the proper paperwork. A woman who claims to be a good mom yet has not one but two nannies raising her children. A woman who spends more time with her 10 dogs, three cats and three pot-bellied pigs (for one of which she spends hours trying to find a breeding stud ) than with her children.
Hell, she spends more time getting a spray-tan before her blind date than she does with her kids.
If we still hate her after seeing all that? Well, as she said its our choice, but shes certainly made that choice easy. Half an hour after Richards show were made privy again to the life of another celebrity mom: Dina Lohan.
The very same Dina Lohan who freely admitted to partying with daughter Lindsay and then feigned surprise when Lindsay checked herself into rehab. That same Dina Lohan now stars in a reality show about her trials and tribulations as a mother/manager to youngest daughter, Ali.
(Lindsay does not appear in the show.)This, she hopes, will convince people that the Lohan family is normal.
And what happens in the fledgling episode? After Dina rips through tabloids looking for mentions of her daughters she settles down to watch a video with 15-year-old Ali. What kind of video? An internet sex tape purportedly starring oldest daughter Lindsay.
An explicit sex tape with mother and daughter watch with apparent glee as demonstrated when Ali tilts her head to get a better look at the action and says Is that her? with a smile on her face.
These shows, were told by Hollywood, are reality programs reflecting normal families.
They are, network executives would have us believe, more accurate depictions of the American family than fictional families of old: the Cleavers, the Bradys, the Huxtables, even the Simpsons. But when did any of our realities include buying a $9,000 grill like Denise Richards, or sitting down with our youngest daughter to watch a porn tape possibly starring our oldest child?
Completely missing from these shows is the one thing that keeps us tuning in, year after year, to reruns of Leave it to Beaver, The Brady Bunch and The Cosby Show, the same ingredient that has kept The Simpsons on the air longer than any other sitcom in the history of television.
At the end of Its Complicated or Living Lohan we are not left with the belief that a family, headed by a wise and loving parent, will somehow come through its struggles better off and stronger for having worked through them together.
Rather, we are left shocked at the complete and utter absence of a true parental figure and certain that, somehow, any problems those families encounter are largely caused by the parents themselves. If watching these shows leaves us with that same warm, fuzzy and affirmed feeling that the sitcoms of old did, its simply because by comparison our realities look so much more sane than theirs.
later read.
I was watching the tube last night around 6:30PM when a commercial came on featuring Playtex bras.
One very well-endowed black woman appeared in the first shot wearing just the bra and exclaims “I’ve always thought of myself as ‘stacked!’”. Holy cow. 6:30 PM!
Whatever happened to the so-called “family hour” on network TV?
Dead and gone, it appears.
This is why we don’t watch locals. Period.
DVDs after 8:00.
No wonder our culture is in the sewer.
Shows like this which I have no intention of watching, are popular with some people who can laugh at them and tell themselves - at least we aren't these people. I call it the Jerry Springer and Maury Povich effect. Shock Value.
I'll skip them all and stick to sports.
I know people who are absolutely addicted to television - it is truly scary the hold it has on so many people.
It was Shirley Partridge, not Susan - just a minor uh-oh.
Reality TV is absolutely pathetic. While flipping channels (500 of them and nothing to watch), I came across Gene Simmons Family Jewels. It was everything you’d expect from Simmons and I turned the channel never to return.
Most of those who get “reality” shows are washed up celebs who wouldn’t get face time otherewise. Do we REALLY care what Denise Richards is doing? Do most of us even KNOW who she is? And the Lohans? May as well give a reality show to the Spears family......
The only “reality” show worth watching is Cops......
All that was missing were the cigarettes.
Leni
With parents like Denise Richards and Charlie Sheen, those kids have a strike against them already. At least they won’t suffer materially.
Yesterday,my wife and I were watching the boob tube flipping the channels and came across a show with hairdressers. One guy was talking and introduced his HUSBAND! We looked at each other and made a dour face. We turned the TV off right then and there.
We have satellite, with a multitude of channels, but I swear there was more to watch back when we had on 6 or 7 channels, and every house had a TV aerial on the roof.
Thank God that more and more of the TV shows from the 1960’s, 70’s, and 80’s are showing up on DVD in series sets. Several of my favorite series now line my walls of my media storage room.
One of the more annoying things about TV is the “Smart Kids, Stupid Adults” genre shows. My daughters (ages 6 and *) occasionally get the wrong idea about who is smarter and who is in charge... This is one of the reasons that, until recently, they didn’t get to watch very much TV.
Disney is one of the worst offenders here.
I was shocked to see the commercials for the new sitcom coming out called “Swingtown”. On CBS no less. Are they trying to normalize swinging now? Yikes!
Whatever happened to the so-called family hour on network TV?
I called one of the local channels in Albuquerque one day because for the 5:00 PM news slot, they had an entirely inappropriate add for a nightclub, complete with bumping, grinding, and skimpy outfits... My four-year-old son asked why the girl was shaking her boobs.
I called to tell them the add would be more appropriate for their 10:00 PM slot, and that we'd be seeking a different channel from which to get our news. Message must have gotten through, they stopped abruptly.
Of course, when the ABQ news alls starts with the murder/shooting/drug bust/sexual predator/drunk driver/corrupt local politician of the day (and it is daily here), maybe the news is now considered adult programming...
We did?
Sorry, some of us lived on planet Reality rather then TV land.
Neither June nor Carol could touch my mom and if you grew up thinking actresses were better then yours there was something severely wrong in your home.
I wish I could find enjoyment in sports the way I used to. These days, athletes are a bunch of pampered, drug using thugs who cover their bodies with tattoos and will all but tell you it’s not cheating if you don’t get caught. How I long for the days of Larry Bird, Dr. J, Reggie White, Dale Murphy, and the like.
I didn’t even know all that trash was on TV, then again I usually watch The History Channel or The Golf Channel.
And as for the athletes, again, get your kids into golf, they’re not perfect, but they are far better role models.
Who would you rather your kid admire, Tiger Woods or Ray Lewiss?
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