In the discussion of what’s better, TV or movies, I’ve always been a big TV girl. I could, and embarrassingly probably have, sit and watch 10 hours of a show straight, but the idea of sitting down for a movie that’s over 90 minutes actually sounds like a chore. Something about the connection to the characters and the progression has just always felt very comfortable to me.
One of the first shows I remember loving and feeling that connection to was “The Middle.” From 2009-18, every Wednesday night, my parents and I would sit down and watch “The Middle” after dinner. I always enjoyed those nights, but honestly I kind of forgot about the show altogether in the past few years.
Recently my mind has been more consumed with reality TV and crime shows. So intellectual, I know. However, recently in an attempt to not just rewatch the same three shows over and over, I perused Peacock and found “The Middle.
” I was reminded of those nights watching with my family and decided to give it a go. From the first episode, I felt transported back in time while also having a whole new appreciation for the humor and heart behind the show. Rewatching a show you watched when you were younger provides a sort of comfort that I’m not completely sure can be described.
I can remember my parents laughing at jokes that went over my head at the time, which I now catch myself laughing out loud at. “The Middle” follows a family in rural Indiana that is dysfunctional, to say the least. T.
