'The Golden Girls'
For some reason, men hate The Golden Girls (Lifetime, weekdays, 5-5:30 p.m.; 5:30-6 p.m.). Lucky for them, then, that the former NBC sitcom about a group of sassy seniors now airs twice a day on the home of ”television for women.” To the testosterone set, Girls (1985-1992) offers merely the tame, couch-bound adventures of four blue-haired ladies in Miami: linebackerish substitute teacher Dorothy (Bea Arthur), her cranky mother Sophia (Estelle Getty), dippy grief counselor Rose (Betty White), and lusty Southern belle Blanche (Rue McClanahan). To those of us with two X chromosomes, however, Girls epitomizes the sharp, insult- and innuendo-based humor perfected by creator Susan Harris, producer of the ultimate envelope-pushing sitcom, Soap. (A typical Girls exchange went like this: ”Rose, what was your first impression of me?” asks Blanche. ”I thought you wore too much makeup and were a slut,” comes the sunny reply. ”I was wrong — you don’t wear too much makeup.”) Although they rarely left their salmon-and-wicker living room (unless it was to eat cheesecake in the kitchen), these gals’ adventures went far beyond knitting cardigans: Rose, for example, dates a little person and deals with an addiction to prescription pills, Dorothy hangs with her gay college roommate, and Blanche acts as a human Viagra pill for the city’s single men. And who can argue with the series’ ”best friends forever” sentimentality? If men don’t like it, well, they can just go watch Coach.