I used to watch Family Matters. At some episode, Steve, the nerd, slept in the bathtub. It wasn’t long before Laura came by and rescued him. And then they had to share the bed. Nothing happened, of course, because it was 7 PM, and airing certain content would pose a certain problem in a theocracy. Especially in a theocracy.

In any case, Steve would get bashed by Laura (or her brother, whatever his name was) periodically, and then later she - Laura - will have a talk with someone, feel guilty and come to him - Steve - and apologize. That’s how most episodes went.

On the final episode, he went to space. He almost died, and, well, it was quite a shame to watch - because after all, you know it was going to end after that episode. Or was it the last episode? You get that feeling that you just don’t want to end it, but it’s really not under your control. It was a lot like finishing your ice-cream, only that you don’t think about finishing your ice-cream when you have it. But rather more like finishing a story, coming to a closing. You want it to go on for as long as you can, but the other side simply got tired of it.

Sitcoms are metaphors to things in the world. If we all watched sitcoms more, we’d all be old and wise. Cosby. Cosby sort of wise. Cosby just had a point in a way. Family values sort of thing.

Well after all Cosby’s stuff are aimed at mostly - what - adolescents?