Dissecting Cultural Dynamics Through TV
For a lot of us,
the TV was just part of the air we breathed.
It was there during dinners and birthdays,
after school and late at night,
when we were celebrating,
when we were sad,
and all the quiet times in between.
It didn’t just fill the room.
It filled in the spaces where real life could have lived.
Little by little,
without anyone meaning to,
we learned:
That being “nice” mattered more than being honest.
That laughing off pain was easier than speaking it.
That drinking was for grief, for joy, for boredom, for everything.
That real friendship meant having someone to gossip with.
That love meant putting up with hurt and calling it normal.
Nobody sat us down and taught us this.
We just picked it up—
the way you pick up an accent,
or a limp after you fall.
But what if those old stories
aren't the only way to live?
Raised by Sitcoms is a place to get curious.
To gently hold the scripts we were given—
and ask:
"Is this really mine?"
No shame.
No anger.
Just the simple, sacred power of seeing clearly
what we never chose to carry.
Because when we name it,
we can leave it.
And when we leave it,
we can finally walk free.
✨ Content is free—but crows like snacks.
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