I vividly remember the moment in my youth it dawned on me The Cosby Show wasn't an accurate reflection of life in general and family life in particular.
Problems, I realised with a sinking feeling, don't pop up then get resolved in the space of 30 minutes (including commercials) thanks to the wise but funny intervention of a guy wearing a garish jersey.
Of course, Cosby didn't create the form of sitcom in which intrusions from the outside world briefly cause a ripple amongst the central family unit, before everything returns to idyllic normalcy for the final credits roll - it was just the latest of a long line of such shows, with forebears including Father Knows Best and Leave it to Beaver. But boy, did it have an impact in its time.
Running from 1984 to 1992, Cosby was a social phenomenon - believe it or not, ministers were known to extol its virtues from the pulpit, going so far as to suggest watching the show was the next best thing to attending church as far as moral guidance went.
I personally rejected it as a realistic roadmap, coming to see Cosby and shows of its ilk as insidiously creating false expectations that inevitably led to disappointment when one's experience didn't live up to these impossible fantasies of household harmony (it's that very quality, it's worth noting, that makes such shows perfect for surrounding with commercials that promise to give your circumstances a soft focus makeover, if only you'd buy this particular brand of car, burger, catfood).