I somehow made it to the age of 23 without having ever watched an episode of The Simpsons.
So I set myself a challenge.
I would watch four episodes — back-to-back — with my boyfriend, who promised to explain everything I didn’t understand.
I was told that watching Bart Gets an F, Last Exit to Springfield, Flaming Moe’s, and Marge Vs. the Monorail would be enough to get me hooked. Apparently those four episodes would help me understand this cultural phenomenon that I have apparently missed out on.
The more I watched, the more questions I had. But, the answer to each one of them was the same: “Shhhh, Tabatha. Just keep watching. Soon you’ll understand.”
So I did.
But I didn’t.