This year, American mega-sitcom Friends celebrated its 25th anniversary. Like many western millennials, I grew up watching the series, both as it happened, as well as the constant reruns over (and over) again. Even now, I can still recall the lines to an impressive majority of all 236 episodes – and I know I’m not the only one.
On a completely personal, non-critical level, Friends functions as something of a time capsule. Me and the elder of my two younger sisters, Emily, bingewatched it before bingewatching was even a thing. We’d sneak into my youngest uncle’s bedroom in my grandparents’ house, where we’d often spend the weekend, and “steal” his box sets, before sitting completely and utterly transfixed, indulging in episode after episode (much to our grandad’s disdain).