... I hated this show right out of the gate. The only reason I watched any of it was because a girlfriend of mine insisted we watched it for our lazy Saturday sitcom marathon. To balance this out, I showed her smarter comedies like Blackadder.
How I Met Your Mother is cut from the same cloth of other sitcoms populated by pretty middle class white people who get into relationship BS, learn valuable life lessons, somehow are able to keep upscale apartments without doing much work, and involve themselves in safe "whacky" hijinks. And it goes on, and on, and on, and on.
A premise like "How I Met Your Mother" should have been a ninety minute romantic comedy, at best. It should not be an eight season abomination that's still ongoing! If the framing device is to be taken at face value, these kids must spent every waking moment of their lives listening to their father talk about his friends' predictable, happy-go-lucky sex lives and relationship drama. What a terrible, boring, existence.
I would have summed it up like this. "Well, kids, your mom and I got hitched at Vegas after my buddies and I had a little absinth. I woke up the next day a married man, she was pregnant, and I was too much of a schmuck to say no. And that's how I met your mother." There, over. Can we move on? Let the next bland, safe, white bread sitcom take its place.
