I’m watching it right now! It’s like being in heaven. Or the late 80′s. Or Fall semester 1997 when I failed a class because I had to watch thirtysomething every morning at 9, instead of learning about “Colonial Literature” or something.

Whoa. Mike and Hope are having creepy sex.

The high-wasted, Z-cavaricci, pleated pants are freaking me out. They all look like they’re carrying around this morning’s dump in the their shorts.

Watching this as an actual “thirtysomething” is fuh-reaking me out.

Did you know that single women can no longer hang out with their friends with babies because babies are loud and annoying?

Melissa is wicked hot.

Elliot just admitted to Michael that he cheated on Nancy and I mentally kicked him in the nuts and then gave him a hug, cos that’s what this show is like.

This is nothing at all like being a thirtysomething in 2010. Our shoulder pads are ponytail holders aren’t nearly big enough.

I think that Michael and Gary have some real homoerotic tension.

The music is…. awesome….terrible. I can’t decide.

That was fast. On to episode 2….Hope’s parents come to visit and she acts like a total bitch. Stupid Hope.

Check him out as the lead in this super sassy “getting ready for the big cricket match” montage-of-power scene in Lagaan. It’s totally Eye-of-the-tiger-esque.

[youtube=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WsuA6oJ_Yk8&hl=en]

And sassily flying kites with Nandita Das in the film Earth.

[youtube=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pVF4TfAYPZk&hl=en]

And being painfully cuddly on this creepy “Inside the Actor’s Studio” rip-off..

[youtube=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IYrYBhwRrOA&hl=en]

It should surprise no one that my Netflix is filled with Bollywood movies and Hindi art house films.

Oh Netflix – please send a replacement soon. I may freak right out. I’m a woman without carbs, Netflix. Do what you can.

Here let’s meditate upon the culprits who pulled the disc out of the mail with their teeth when it arrived (Err – I mean, it was like that when we got it, Netflix – I swear).