I was obsessed with the show thirtysomething when I was twentysomething; still even rapturously watching the re-runs painstakingly recorded on actual VHS tape in my own early thirtysomethings. I loved to hate Hope and Susannah, sympathized with poor Nancy and never quite got over Timothy Busfield's incredible acting in the episodes dealing with Nancy's cancer (I had previously wondered how the hell he landed the job). And who can ever forget the whole GARY'S DEAD episode?
While I've finally given up on the much-rumored notion of a thirtysomething made-for-tv reunion movie, I am looking forward to owning the first season on DVD. We'll all finally have that opportunity next week. Meanwhile, check out this NYT op-ed piece, "Finally 'Thirtysomething'" by writer and fellow thirtysomething obsessee, Porochista Khakpour, a girl bitten by the bug before she was even twentysomething.
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I can't believe it. Finally.
"30something" was the cause of some of our first "bonding" moments! Remember calling each other after GARY'S DEAD and crying on the phone!?
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