Listen, I’ll freely admit that I get a little too wrapped up in TV shows. Especially the oldie but goodies, because, as they say, “they just don’t make them like they used to.” Over the last year I’ve worked my way through the complete Dick Van Dyke and Mary Tyler Moore series, and was a little depressed that they were over and I would never, ever see a new episode of my beloved characters. Then, I discovered “Rhoda,” a spinoff starring Mary Tyler Moore’s spunky friend, played by Valerie Harper, and my life had purpose again.
While I loved Mary dearly, I’d always felt a deeper connection to Rhoda, the quirky, perpetually single, comic best friend. So I was pretty excited about this. I grew even more excited as I watched Rhoda file for unemployment and struggle to find a job, and fall in love with a gorgeous hairy chested manly man with his own business, who came complete with an ex-wife and a child. Because I have also done all of these things in the past couple of years! We are the same! Rhoda and Joe moved in together, and got married, and moved into a new apartment, and have a little spat now and then, but were oh so happy. I was ecstatic. I just wanted everyone to love each other forever.
So imagine my horror when I began the third season only to find that it opens with Joe dropping a bomb on Rhoda. He needs some time to himself, some space, maybe they should try a separation. WTF Joe!?! Rhoda is devastated, but there’s nothing she can do, Joe’s already made up his mind. He says he misses her, and still cares for her, and is still more than happy to sleep with her one night when she stops over his new apartment to bring him some of his stuff. He just doesn’t want to be married anymore. So stupid. He says he never really did want to remarry, but that Rhoda had pressured him into it. RHODA IS LIVING MY WORST FEAR.
So even though the show is now depressing me rather than filling me with elation, what else can I do but follow Rhoda’s lead and just keep on truckin’? We’ve got two more seasons to get through.
Rhoda and Joe’s Divorce is Ruining My Life
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