The subject of old TV shows came up while we were driving home from somewhere. I made some remark about how sitcoms always portray husbands as morons. My husband pointed out that in “I Love Lucy,” the very first sitcom, Ricky Ricardo was portrayed as the brains of the family.
I thought it over for two or three seconds and disagreed. I know Lucy was daffy and got into mischief, but it’s not like Ricky ever knew what to do about anything. She worried about making him mad, but in her sneaky way, she was really the boss.
Now my husband got into it. Ricky owned his own club! How could a stupid guy do that? he demanded. I insisted that this didn’t prove anything. Ricky seemed like kind of a dim bulb, and that was how the audience was meant to view him. My husband yelled, I mean said, “I DISAGREE.”
Later, I searched the internets for some hint as to what the general consensus was about Ricky Ricardo. Strangely, there was no analysis of Ricky’s character anywhere, just the usual crap about the real Lucy and Desi partnership.
I asked my nephew (an intellectual AND a longshoreman) what he thought about Ricky. He agreed with me. Ha! Case Closed.
But the subject of stupid husbands came up again last week, when some women I know admitted to hiding their purchases from their husbands. Even today, no one wants to make Ricky mad! One of the women had been married for 40 years, and she still had to pretend her new Chanel sunglasses were a gift.
There must be a lot of stupid husbands out there. And a lot of women willing to be stupid, too. Thank god my husband is smart enough to let me buy whatever I goddamn please, even if he’s wrong about Ricky.