“Friends” was one of those shows I caught in re-runs, because it was on at a time of day when I felt like watching TV and didn’t care much what was on. Even then, there were episodes I just had to turn off. But generally, it was well-written, funny, and broke some stereotypes while catering to others. In other words: it could’ve been worse.
But the reason I ultimately hated the show was the ridiculous emphasis on the way the women looked. Here’s Chandler (Matthew Perry), gaining and losing weight like a normal guy, and Ross (David Schwimmer) experimenting disastrously with styling gel and leather pants like a normal (neurotic) guy, and Joey (Matt LeBlanc) looking good because he’s an actor and it comes with the territory (fair enough). But I’m looking at Monica (Courtney Cox), who’s unemployed and struggling to pay bills, and mysteriously not being offered lucrative modelling contracts even though she looks like, hello, Courtney
Fox Cox, and thinking, “Maybe if you cut out one or two of your $500 hair-lacuqering sessions every month, you wouldn’t have these problems. And while you’re at it: gain a few pounds, stick-insect girl. You’re not that sad little overweight kid anymore.” And then there’s Jennifer Aniston spawning entire decade-long hair styles named after her.
And did you ever see these struggling, impoverished young people wear the same effing outfit twice? Who was supposed to be paying for all those clothes? Even the guys seemed to have a Supernatural Infinity Closet spouting out new outfits daily.