Wow I finally get Mary Tyler Moore; what a wonderful show. I remember reading Michael Mouse's Valentine's Day resolutions for 1997 in Tales of the City affirming that he would not cry when the series went off the air. I learned last night that the last episode premiered on March 19, 1977. I missed out on so much...I really wish I was born in the 1950s and able to experience the 70s. I remember discussing death in a Philosophy class, and the instructor was explaining our irrational fears of death; people do not regret not living any earlier than they did, but are fearful/regretful about dying and missing anything that is to come after one's death. He also said that it's irrational to think that dying young is a tragedy whereas dying of old age isn't; John Keats, author of Ode on a Grecian Urn, died at the age of 24. This is seen as a tragic death, even though it was of natural causes, but the death of an elderly gentleman of the same natural causes isn't preceived as tragic. I digress...

I didn't agree with the professor's first point, and my love for the 70s just confirms my disagreement; I would've loved to have been of age during the 70s. It all probably looks good in retrospect, not because I'm comparing it to today's culture and longing for "a simplier time," but because it's all been studied and we congratulate ourselves on understanding everything about that decade.