Analysis Of ' The Cosby Show ' Essay

1576 Words Dec 13th, 2016 7 Pages
As a child, my favorite thing to watch on TV was The Cosby Show. When the show was on, I was a Huxtable. And in reality, I was still pretty damn close to being a Huxtable. I was the youngest child of a black, upper middle-class family that resided in New York. My parents both had post-graduate degrees – in fact my father, like Heathcliff Huxtable, was a good-humored physician. Just like the Huxtables, we were a nuclear family of seven: two cis-gendered married parents with five spirited children who rarely got into any serious trouble. The relationships between the Huxtable kids reminded me of my relationships with my own siblings, and the way in which Heathcliff and Clair parented their children reminded me of the way my own parents had raised me.
Though I was too young to understand the issues of black representation in the media, the damage of confining black stereotypes, or the importance of allowing black complexity, my young conscience grasped that the Huxtable’s presence on TV was significantly different than every other occasion I had seen black people on TV. While I wasn’t experiencing a lot of the things that I saw in other shows centered around black families, The Cosby Show offered me a way to reconcile my identity crisis as a young adolescent raised in white suburbia. I saw black people who lived like me, talked like me, had friends that looked like my friends, and had parents with the same kind of jobs as my parents. The Huxtables presented America with…

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