NBC’s Parenthood; Too Good to be True

Posted on November 20, 2011 by

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Say hello to my make-belive family

Parenthood, the NBC series rocked my utopian hour of  television-Valium last night: Adam, as in the stable brother with the beautiful wife and three kids, kissed the young woman working for him. Earlier this week, Hayley watched Housewives of Beverly Hills and was prompted to write about domestic violence. Her piece spurred me to share my own television experience. Big difference though –my television experience wasn’t socially relevant or important.

Here it is: Once a week, I dip into a family drama where the matriarch and patriarch of a big sprawling family are still married. Their adult children look great; straight teeth and big smiles despite all variety of mayhem in their lives. And through all the tidy and good looking tumult, they love each other. They love each other enough to play extended family games of charades and plan meals together just because.  It doesn’t have to be Thanksgiving. How do I sign up?

They’re  my fantasy family. But don’t worry, I know they’re just acting. I mimic the way deliver their lines week after week; in an affected stilted monotone. They pause, as if the depth of what they are communicating to each other requires additional processing time. But that’s my only complaint. It’s a gussied up soap opera. And I can’t wait to suspend my disbelief week after week.

Or, I had.

Until last night. Adam, Peter Krause of, Six Feet Under Fame, fell for a young woman who WORKS f0r him. So, so tacky. His T.V. wife, Kristina (Monica Potter), is funny and smart. She’s had a little postpartum thing going on. She’s also been talking about how fat she feels. Oh, and they  have an autistic son and a daughter about to graduate from high school. Their plate is way full. Whatever Kristina is coping with, she surely doesn’t need Adam floating down lover’s lane with a twenty-year old. But, after the latest episode, that’s where things looked headed.

If Adam and  Kristina can’t stay married than things are worse than I thought… that, and my pretend family is about to get messy, messy, messy. I wonder where we’ll all go for Christmas.

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