Watching The Cosby Show is my television equivalent of Star Wars. That is to say, when I’m homesick I watch Star Wars — it’s a movie I watched countless times growing up. It is instantly familiar and comforting. But if it’s television I’m craving, then there’s no show that transports me back to being a kid in our living room at 21 Foreside Road quite like The Cosby Show.
Anyway — this art is ridiculous.