I stopped watching when they were mocking one of the characters for having an anxiety disorder. The writing and structure are clever, but that show punches down way too much.
That’s the point. Just like with the price of bananas, the show pokes fun at how old money families can be so disconnected from reality.
We were invited to laugh along at the guy collapsed and hyperventilating on the floor, no thanks.
The show is about terrible people. You’re not supposed to think what they do is acceptable. If they only did acceptable things, you’d have a hard time believing they were the terrible people that the show is supposed be about.
It seems you missed the entire point of the show
“What’s a banana?”
“A unit of measurement often used to determine scale.”
Every year we watch “A Charlie Brown Christmas,” and every year Sally’s request for Santa to bring her “tens and twenties”—intended at the time to be a ridiculous sum, to show how commercialized Christmas is—becomes less unreasonable.
Actually, I think a year or two ago it flipped, and started to seem like a comically low amount. I’m just waiting for my kids to ask why Charlie Brown is so disgusted by such a small request.
