My father was fundamentally against sitcoms growing up. Not because the majority of them were filled with corny jokes and attempts at turning lines into lame-ass catch-phrases or they looked like they had a production budget of a late-night Skinemax flick.
But mostly because the only things he enjoyed watching were Clint Eastwood movies and CNN. Which to a kid might as well have been poison. (Except for Clint Eastwood movies because at least people got shot in them).
Naturally, because my father was against sitcoms, I wanted to see as many as I could. And none made me happier to watch than The Fresh Prince of Bel-Air. One, because my mom's side of the family was from Philadelphia and I'd spend my summers with them. And two, because it featured a smart-mouthed, handsome young man who said things to his elders that would probably result in me catching a beating as a child.