I wrote something the other day about how we’ve become a family of cord cutters. We don’t have cable or satellite. We have 19 local channels and Netflix and Hulu.
One of the neat things about this is that the kids don’t end up defaulting to the bratty-teens-talking-down-to-adult shows on Disney. (God, how I hated “The Suite Life of Zack and Cody.”)
Instead, they’re finding some shows they probably would have missed, otherwise.
I introduced Thing 1 (the 11-year-old) to “Fat Albert,” and that led her to “The Cosby Show,” which she watched until Rudy grew up and they brought in Raven-Symone as the replacement cute kid, Olivia, which, I think, is when a lot of people started tuning out.
Over the holidays, Netflix had a special category of Christmas-themed episodes, which led Thing 1 to discover ”Malcolm in the Middle,” which is a lot more demented than I remember, but in a good way.
Sometimes, though, she finds shows on her own.
I was in the kitchen the other night when she yelled, “”Hey, you know, ‘The Twilight Zone’ is pretty good!”
Thing 2 (who just turned 6) tried watching it with her and gave up. He yelled, “This doesn’t make any sense!” Of course, they’re both right. “The Twilight Zone” is pretty good, and it doesn’t make any sense.
Thing 2 is more into old “Spider-Man” cartoons and “Speed Racer,” and he likes “Fudge,” which is a better-than-you’d-think kids sitcom from the early-90s based on the Judy Blume books about a tweenage boy and his 4-year-old brother, Fudge.
Eve Plumb plays the mom, and Florence Henderson is the grandmother, so, hopefully, that’ll be a gateway to “The Brady Bunch,” once it finally turns up online.
I like that the kids are finding these old TV shows. Some of them are pretty good — seriously, check out “Fudge” — and it’ll give ‘em a yardstick to measure new shows against.
Hopefully, when the time comes and they’re exposed to the next “Suite Life,” they’ll see it’s crap and turn it off.