I had MTV2 on in the background purely by chance, because I generally can’t deal with the loads of horseshit that come out of music networks. Because of VH1, MTV, and the like, we all have to deal with syphilitic reality stars infecting our television sets. They need to invent condoms for flatscreens, seriously. I was playing solitaire and trying to figure out which brilliant mind decided arbitrarily on thirteen cards for each suit. I thought back in the days cards were invented, people thought the number thirteen was out to get them. Like if you turned thirteen some specter would start throwing rocks through your windows. Thirteen place settings at a table meant all your food would turn into horse manure. The thirteenth’s floor of any hotel always had the nastiest bed sheets, so they made people forget it existed. But anyway, I happened to catch Childish Gambino in one of the corner squares, and seeing as Donald Glover is brilliant at just about everything, I started paying attention. What I discovered is an enjoyable treat.
Community is a show with a simple message. Be a good person, do good things for the people in your life, and discover that being good is its own reward. It’s a cheeseball lesson for pussies, largely. That doesn’t make it wrong. Community is my favorite show on television, so don’t assume I dislike it. I very like it. For all of season three I had a Thursday night ritual centered around watching it twice. I’d take a 30 minute break between watches for Wednesday’s The Soup, so I could have my extra Joel McHale fix. I do love Community and every cast member on the show, and that’s why my honest heart knows that the show is just too cheesy to be accessible to a lot of people.